Before Thaler had a chance to respond, the pale bastard standing next to him felt the need to have his say. "We're out of rum," he said, let his seething irritation settle into mild simmer. "There's a tavern a block down from here that sell's some cheap shit. If you want in this building, you're going get me a crate of it."

"The rest of you can show yourselves in. You can toss your shit by whichever bunk you soddin' please. When you're ready to talk, I'll be napping in the mess."

He turned around and took a few haggard steps inward. "Big guy with the sword, don't let the tough guy in until he's done with his first big assignment."