Hargjron looked at Lysander's hand for a few moments, and then at Drevayne, before smiling. He took the young thief's hand up, and vigorously shook it. "Hargjorn Thrice-Battered, your captain for your journey to Cyrodiil." 

He looked over to the Redguard and the Orc. "Tell the boys to get ready, we depart in the morning." Hargjorn said to them, and the both of them stood up, the Redguard guzzling down the rest of his ale as they set out. Hargjorn himself stood up, stretching his arms. 

"We're going to be taking some cargo on, so we're going to be making a stop at the exports warehous on the way to the ship. Any objections?"