A'jardin enters shortly after Oaple, a thoughtful look on his face. He starts again when one of the barmaids reminds him to introduce himself.
He adresses the bar as he takes a seat at a table, then seems to continue his thoughts out loud without realizing it. Oh, well, again I am A'jardin, arcanist. Strange merchants, seemed to be expecting us to lollygag around after the message was posted. Don't seem to be on the up-and-up really, I think I'll tag along in case they need "interfering with" at some point, though hopefully I'm wrong and it is a straight job, hard to tell when they won't tell us anything about the job. Guess I should order another round while I wait on their lazy... A'jardin trails off as he realizes what he has been doing. Er, well, like I said, another round please. A'jardin buries his face in the mug when it arrives.