Griff smiled as the mercenary bought the boy a drink, he had probably been terrified at the sight of the large man walking over to him. Taking another swig of his ale, Griff stowed away the dagger he had been playing with, he wasn't going to need it any time soon. "Looked like there was some kind of fire by the pier." He said, replying to the mercenary. "From what I could see on my way here, anyway." He added before downing what remained of his drink. He reached into his pocket and took out a couple of Arcarti coins. He hated carrying the things but most of his work put him in places where they were still in use. Placing them on the bar he gestured to the bartender for another drink. Wanted men tended not to get drunk in the nearest tavern to the scene of the crime and, if it came down to pretending to be drunk, Griff wanted to at least have the smell of the stuff on his breath. "So, what's your name stranger?" He asked the mercenary, he was starting the like the man already.