Dmitri had been following along quietly this whole time, still unsure of exactly how he had gotten roped into this. One minute, he was buying bread, the next minute, he was accused of stealing it, and the minute after, he was being pushed into a wall at a bar and dodging falling lanterns. After the fire had broken out, he had mostly been shoved around until he practically fell out of a window and the platform had been lowered. At first, he thought this had something to do with the bread, which he had [i]not[/i] stolen, no matter what that drunk guy from earlier had thought. After hearing all the commander had to say, however, he realized that this was something a lot bigger and far more important. 

Not to mention, it sounded like a really good deal. Maybe his luck was finally changing. 
"I'm in. It's something to do, at least."