Tormir looked like he really was going to crush Lysander's throat, before the point of a falchion came out of nowhere, coming to rest against the side of Tormir's neck. The giant man's eyes widened as his eyes rolled to his side to regard the sudden addition to the conversation. The men of his company also turned to face the new threat, but they did nothing yet, as they were sure any sudden moves would result in Tormir's bloody death.

"I hit port rarely enough as it is, I'm not going to have a boy choked to death in front of me the one night I'm here. Back off, Tolmir." 

"Damn you, Hargjorn. I'l-"

"You'll what? With a yell, I can have thirty five men inside this tavern." 

Tolmir released Lysander, walking back over to his men, who begrudgingly sheathed their weapons and returned to their drinks. Hargjorn looked to Lysander, his stern eyes looking the young thief over. He motioned for Lysander to join him at his table, along with two others, who were from his crew. One of them was a tall, muscular Redguard with one eye covered with a patch. The other was a fierce looking orc with a fishhook pierced through one of his lips (as a lip-piercing of sorts. The wound looked too neat to be an accident.) On top of their table was a stack of posters. With a glance, Lysander could see that they read:

[center][b]SHIP FOR HIRE
ADVENTURING PARTIES WELCOME
INQUIRE WITH CAPTAIN HARGJORN THRICE-BATTERED[/b][/center]

"You're lucky I was here, boy. I've been previously acquainted with Tolmir and his mercenaries. The only thing giant about him is his ego."