As the Argonian piped up, he listened intently. Sharee was her name. At the mention of the Shadowscale, Alvar whistled. The shadowscale were ruthless killers, he had seen them in action. Alvar knew this argonian was not playing around. If she was a bloody Shadowscale, he wondered what else this assembly of people had to offer. Judging by this Argonian, he could only guess what those around him were capable of. At this thought, he looked at those around him. They all looked normal enough, but who knew what they were capable of. 

When Sharee asked them to seperate into two groups, Alvar knew right off the bat which group he belonged to. No contest. Nonchalantly, he walked over to her right. Alvar had survived assasins of Dark Brotherhood, Skyrim's Forsworn, and even a fistfight with a grizzly bear. If there was one thing Alvar knew what to do, it was how to bash heads in. He looked at the people dispersing to the left and right of her. He saw a large amount of sailors to her right. Obviously, the ship needed someone to steer it.