Ludwig looked back at the poster, then around the room, guessing where this 'captain' could be. Imagining any possible conversation that emerges from that encounter, the campy awkwardness it inevitably will have, as if pleading for Dad to tag along with him during his trips.

No thanks.
If he has to guess, these volunteers will depart tomorrow, he'll show up by then. It's not like it has any special requirements to it, it seems like they'll take just about anybody.
He nods to himself, then takes a last glance at the middle-aged man. It's hard to tell what Ludwig's thinking when his face is covered by like three layers of clothing.

He takes a silver coin from one of his several pouches and flicks it towards Arthur, then walks away and out.

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Calmer and less scary-looking after being given enough rest by the short walk, Ludwig pushes into the tavern doors. Immediately there's no question about which ones took the job. Adventurers armed to the teeth with swords and armors and non-traditional hair colours. He based his appearance from their types after all, as he found that it made rapscallions less likely to dare rob him.
Two redheads, a blonde and a silver. Three of them women, and the blonde knight is a looker. Are they a harem?

No, it's misogynistic to assume that. He sighs a sharp breath, enduring the glares of any onlookers as he walks to take an empty seat at the counter, plopping the duke's poster and three silver coins onto it, assured that the bartender is already paying attention to him.
[b]"I'll have your today's special. Can I smoke in here?"[/b]