The old man's bushy white brows twitch with a surprised excitement as the two approached his table. A dumbfound wide eager grin spills across his face and it took him a moment of stammering before he could find his words.

"Yes yes. Come! Come! Please sit down." He motions to the empty seats opposite himself.

"Ahh, if yer looking for work you've come to the right place. Yes yes. Sit, sit." The bristles of his white moustache continue to dance even when he's not speaking, as he continues to makes shapes with his pressed lips as if constantly preparing or practicing to talk.

The lordling gives the duo a short dismissive appraising glance then rolls his eyes and focuses on the mug of ale in his hand, letting out a further disappointed sigh as he sights the liquid within and then begrudgingly forces it up to his lips.

"So, so!" The old man croaks, scratching his bald head and smiling. "Now, why do you wish to join our humble little guild? What do you offer? I warn you now though, there will be no skylarking about, it will not be an easy ride. No no, it will be no light work. It will be hard and even dangerous at times. We need committed honest me-... people."

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the tavern the ruckus grows louder and two voices begin to emerge amongst the chorus of noise and prevail where other die down. The words starting to sound not-so-friendly.

"Barbarians." The lordling hisses, his face scrunched and looking like he just drunk straight piss, leaving it unclear if the noise or the ale caused his remark.