And Shamandeil still expects an explosion just whenever Molotov begins juggling or at least a fire. Granted the gawking of all the people of this city is hard to point out what is causing it. It might be the pointy ears both he and Molotov have, may just be the fool juggling dangerous items, its just so hard to pin point. But it is plain that they are both interested and possibly terrified at them being there. Seeing as they are starting to near the Drunken Monkey, the bar best suited for what recruiting they have planned. He stops stroking his amulet while Molotov starts putting a few of his "juggling equipment" away. He begins just running his hand over his oddly shaped quarter staff, almost like a wrist thick wooden claymore, though on what would be the cross-piece of a real sword, 3 gems are implanted in there. A sapphire, a ruby, and an amethyst, all held in place by small silver charms covering as few facets as possible.
Entering the Drunken Monkey, Shamandeil and Molotov find an empty table and begin setting things up. The put up a small sign that says "Join the Discarded Sheaths" and sit. Shamandeil begins reading through a book while waiting for anyone showing interest to show up, knowing Molotov, he begins juggling his knives again.