[h1][color=beige][center]Kythor[/center][/color][/h1]

Kythor wasn't exactly thrilled with the prospect of hiring an extra hand or two. More hands meant likely more people to feed, less gold towards his goal (as it would be spent on hiring them), as well as meaning that he'd likely have to be put on babysitting duty to stop their city-dweller-for-hire from throwing themselves to the wolves. Sure, they might run into someone who has experience with the harsh wilderness to match his own, and they might even be generous or foolhardy enough to do the task for free, and perhaps they may even find someone sturdy enough to survive the wilds, but to find someone who fit all of those descriptors? Unlikely. He imagined he, or at the very least the party, would be hurting somewhere, unless they could find the ideal partner. When the party entered the tavern, he joined them as they walked in. He'd feel most confident being able to look over their possible candidates for a captain to their ship. Talk was cheap, but mannerisms, actions, and experience... Those were important.

First, though, he'd take a moment to warm up. When the strange woman by sitting in the corner catches his gaze with her own, he lifts an eyebrow slightly. Some sort of humanoid, with fox ears and a tail. Had this person wronged a druid and been placed under some sort of curse? Or was this perhaps some sort of effect acquired at birth? He shook his head slightly, before taking a seat at the bar. He lifts his gloved hand up slightly and waves it to get the attention of the barkeep. [i][color=beige]"I'll have a mug of ale,"[/color][/i] Kythor calls out. Might as well take this opportunity to warm up while they search for any seafarers who can help them. He pauses for a bit as the fox-eared woman shouts something about the White Lady, and asking how she died. The tiefling wasn't too sure what to make of it, but assumed he was missing some context - thus, after a brief glance of curiosity in her direction, he slowly turns back to face the barkeep. 

[i][color=beige]"And while you're at it, we're in need of someone who can help us get a boat through the frozen waters, yeah? Specifically, we need someone who's able to help us steer the thing while we follow the coastline to see if we can track down the missing fishermen. Could also use a couple 'a people who aren't afraid of the cold, and can handle themselves too, perhaps, but I figure we oughta find the first before we move on to the second. Know anyone we could talk to that might be able t'help us?"[/color][/i] His volume is decently loud for two reasons: one, to make sure he can be heard over the din of the tavern's background noises, and two, to allow any such individuals who fall under either category to eavesdrop and possibly present themselves.