Ashton hadn't been in Baldur's Gate for long, more accustomed to traveling around, but this city was supposed to be where it was at for jobs. It's big, but it's perfect for a sword, or in their case hammer, for hire looking for a job. They're a little bit later than they intended when they finally manage to find the tavern.

The person who had told Ashton about the job had mentioned it was for the Ironhands, so at the very least Ashton knew to look for a gnome...which isn't exactly helpful but he manages to wander up to the first person he sees that fits the vague description and leans on the table clearing their throat.

"Barcus Wroot?" They point at Barcus a moment with one green hand, wait for a response, before dropping into a seat across from the other. "Ashton Greymoore, I believe you were looking for someone who can fight?"