Not suspecting the determined gaze of the shaded figure, the dwarves were watched for some time. To shaded figure it seemed that the golden pick is something that he could use and that means he has to get it. They seemed drunk and they were joined by a man and a another dwarf. If someone had spotted his gaze, it would obviously be more than uncomfortable. As the shaded figure tried to hear their conversation he was disturbed by voices of other patrons and that made it extremely hard, so he sat up and slowly, trying not to attract attention went closer to their table and sat down. Maybe someone knew he was watching, but he didn't care for the moment as hes natural curiosity had done best of him. Perhaps opportunity will arise and he will find some company needing an experienced marksman and he'd get a chance to move further away from elvish forests.
Smoke moves up the pipe and dark figure keeps his watch.