A stocky-built Dwarf walks in following the puff of smoke, an obviously well-used Arkenstar-made musket cradled across his chest. He narrows one of his eyes... then reaches down and snags a potato, taking a bite before speaking.
"Aye, well met there lads an' lasses. Jaycen Ruurken's the name, formerly of Arkenstar. Ol' Amenopheus really swayed me, talking 'bout how important it is to keep y'er relics where they belong."
He pats his firearm gently, like a newborn. "That's the sort of thing we do where I come from, so count me in!"
...and then he grabs another potato.