"Hmmmm..." Saithnar murmurs as he considers the offer. Looking around him at those who have come most recently into the Inn, he makes his decision. "Interested, yes. But I shall refrain from accepting this employment for the moment. There is a whisper of something big approaching on the aether. I had thought that this might be the first ripple, but now I believe I am mistaken. If you are unable to find others to journey with you, then I shall reconsider. But for now, I shall bow out." Puffing on his pipe again, he walks slowly back to his seat and leans his staff back against his table. He keeps an eye on the elf Cesurius and any others who speak with him.