Caesar had some thoughts about recruiting new faces to our gang, especially ones that are more... upfront with their methods.
We met at the Clam, a more established restaurant than most of the shitstains in Duskwall. There a middle aged try-too-hard man named the "Collector" and an older sweatier man with a constant creepy smile, named "Happyface" greeted us. While I mostly did my thing, guarding the backroom and by extend, the crew, Caesar got a feel for the two and ultimately held a vote to let them join us for a trial score.