As the young man made his way over to the pew where he sat, Percev let his gaze travel across him for a moment. The stranger looked like a rugged sort of fellow, there was no doubt about that. And was that blood spattered across the front of the mans tunic? Interesting . . .
“Evenin’ stranger” Percev replied to the mans simple statement, gesturing for him to take a seat by the table “Now don’t get me wrong here mate, but you look like a fellow who’s able to handle himself an’ no mistake” He paused for a moment to swallow the last of his mead before continuing “You ‘ere looking for work, by any chance?”
The merchant then tried to adjust the studded leather armour he was wearing, while he awaited Malik’s reply.