Where's the remote

Javik walked through the door of the tavern, spying his old accomplice in the corner. He quickly sat down after counting the number of patrons in the place, eyeing the entrances and exits as well. No telling when the Crows were going to catch up to him, so it was best to be on his guard. As he sat before his former partner, he ordered a brandy. As he took a quick swig of the potent alcohol, he looked Zevran in the eyes. Javik knew what this meeting was about, and he wasn't sure if he was even ready for it. He'd known of the Vultures for some time now, and while at one point he would have been more than willing to join the fight against the Crows, nowadays he was simply trying to pay the bills. Just a simple man, trying to make his way in the world. After a brief pause, he held out his hand for a handshake. It's good to see you again, old friend. It's been a while since we've met. How're things in yer neck of the woods?

Javik laid back in his seat as he took his beanie off and put it in his pocket, the candlelight reflecting off his bald head. He had thought long and hard about this meeting, and now it was Zevran's chance to sell him on it. Today might just be the day that Javik was willing to join this group of mercenaries and assassins. He still wanted revenge against the Crows for outing him the way they did. Sooner or later, the Crows were going to pay him a visit once they caught up to him. Maybe, just maybe, it was high time that Javik took the fight to them instead. Show them who's really in charge.