"Excellent, the journey should be much easier with the four of us." Griff said smiling to the man who had now introduced himself as John. John looked about the same age as Griff. His clothing was well worn, similar to Adrian's, although Griff noted that it appeared to have be repaired a few times at least. Griff's eyes flicked to Crom's hand as it brushed across the pommel of his sword. "That's quite the blade." He retorted, noticing the ornate nature of the hilt. The golden crossguard and pommel stood out greatly in the man's appearance. It was not the weapon of your common drunkard mercenary. A once great knight now fallen from grace or simply stolen? Griff favoured the latter of the two origins of Crom's sword. He turned to look at the tavern's door as the voices outside grew louder, when a loud scream pierced through the muffled shouts, the situation outside clearly having escalated. "Although it sounds as if now is not the best time to get to know each other." He said, knowing that he wanted no part in whatever was happening on the other side of the door. "There wouldn't happen to be a back door would there?" He asked, turning to the bartender.