Alric's scowl follows Smeed from the bar to the table, to his seat with intensity. Not expressing outright disgust, but just enough to show he wouldn't think twice about separating the halfling's head from his shoulders.
Seeing Kirio is rather distracted by the music or one of the wenches at the moment, Alric addresses Smeed in a voice that hopefully doesn't carry to other tables, but doing so without looking conspicuous, "Smeed I presume..." Alric's scowl momentarily curls into a wolfish grin for a moment, "If you wish to be paid in ale rather than a seventh of the spoils, that can be arranged." Alric takes a drag from a smoke, attempting to look casual and inconspicuous despite the fact he's wearing rather menacing looking full-plate mail in the middle of a tavern. "We accept your offer, on the condition that we move tonight if there's no good reason not to. We have little time to be wasted."