The young man wasn't so sure about sitting next to the loud young woman who was already seated at the table he'd chosen. But there wasn't much other choice. She looked as if she'd just got here when he had, but from the look of the barroom she had made quite a scene of it. After sitting down he looks closely at her and smirks slightly. "Fiery red hair, youthful looks, wise expression...This girl will be trouble." He thinks to himself as he waits for something to happen.
Jim smiles kindly enough as others gather in and begin to sit at the table. He was rather surprised that they would do so. At the inn his mother ran strangers would never sit with each other, unless a business deal was going down. Of course that's probably because most of the customers at the inn were scallywags or worse. Here most of the customers seemed to be just normal people.
When the young girl with pale skin walks in carrying a staff and drab clothes Jim watches her closely. She doesn't look old enough to even walk into a place like this, let alone join up with a bunch like the Seekers. But maybe she has some special talent or something. "I bet she's her to deliever a message or something. Maybe she is the daughter of the barkeep or something. Oh bloody hell, she's coming right this way. Ah, sea take me this day, she's sitting down with me!" Jim mutters to himself as she enters and then heads toward him. The last sentence is said just as she's sitting down, but he's always had a hard time keeping his thoughts to himself.
When the polished Dwarf walks in Jim can only chuckle to himself. He'd never seen a Dwarf before, but the man was exactly how he pictured him. Short, encased in expensive gear, full of bravado, and willing to talk to total strangers. Of course the young man was expecting more hair, but assumed that all legends had a bit of exaggeration in them. As the Dwarf sat down amongst them Jim examined him for a few minutes, without really listening to what it was the man was saying. "Hmm...A little taller than I expected. And though he's just as ugly as the legends said he is more mannered than I would have expected. Thought now that he's spoken I can see why the legends tell of small warriors who thought big of themselves!" He rambles on in his mind, well almost in his mind as he thinks takes in his new table companion.
Jim notices as the woman and the Dwarf begin talking, but doesn't really pay attention to what it is they are saying. He is more interested in what is going to happen now that he is at the Seeker's Guildhall. He is also interested in the people that keep coming in. The Seekers must reach far and wide to find applicants for their guild. "These people, my self included, are about as diverse as the inn my mother runs." He thinks quietly.
When the large young man equipped with dirty armor and a large sword walks in Jim immediately has no doubts that the man will be accepted into the Seekers. He is huge and the fiery haired young woman even exclaims as such. Jim continued to watch as the large man just stood there with a silly look on his face, not really moving to take a seat or even out of the way of the doorway. "Well, he's big but doesn't look too bright. I'm sure the Seekers will need someone to catch arrows for the other team members..." Jim chuckles to himself quietly as he watches the warrior continue to stand in the way of everything. When the warrior finally walks over and begins talking Jim almost falls over from laughing so hard. When he finally has breath to think he mutters to himself, "Wow, he looks like a packaged deal. Then he speaks and you realize the only thing present is muscle!"
Hearing a yelp Jim continues to catch his breath and looks around to see what is going on. Finally, he spots yet another young person walk in from the door he'd entered upon first arriving. This must be another applicant. She seemed normal enough, though had a look of some sadness on her face. Of course that might be because she'd just stubbed her toe. Right away he notices that she is not wearing any shoes and wonders what she is thinking. "Broken crystal, nails, sharp rocks, anything could ruin a foot if stepped on wrong. Why would anyone not wear shoes or boots? This woman must be a bit out of her mind. Though she didn't fall over when stubbing her toe, so maybe she's just eccentric like Mr. Freesh from the inn. Oh boy, was he funny. Always had to have prune juice and a spoon to drink it with for breakfast and a whole wheel of cheese and a meat knife to eat it with for dinner!" Jim thinks as he watches the woman, and then gets distracted by thoughts of home. It would be nice to return, but he knew he needed this job and the chance to make his fortunes.