Alvar considered his options. For one, this whole thing about a special job could be fake, just a ruse to capture him. He knew there was someone out there who wanted him dead, or worse. But at the same time, something about the idea of being the scourge of the high seas made him excited almost. It was tough to explain, but Alvar wanted to do this. Plus it would be nice to get off land for awhile, and escape the wraith of Maven Blackbriar. It would be nice he thought. 

He surveyed the beach from the top of the docks, his eye solemnly scanning for the group he was supposed to encounter. Without much effort, he spotted a small group of assorted people off to the left by a small cluster of rocks. It was quite a group at that, mixed with several races. Alvar approached the group, a hand on the handle of his beloved sword, in case it was in fact a trap. The members of the group had quizzical looks on their face when approached. He must be an outsider to them, the rest of them already met. 

"I am Alvar Greycloak! I was told by an associate of the Thieves Guild there was a job that was open. I come in seek of more information, and I wish to join your ranks."