Slowly, the hooded figure sitting at the booth nearest the window stands. Parchment in hand he walks toward Aak.
"I have the same parchment half-orc. I'd find some friends quickly if you hope to get work. I've gone for the first few dawns alone and been turned away. Yesterday I met some others to go with in the morning."
Without another word, he heads toward the stairs near the inn's entrance.