Ask if they have any work?

You ask whether they have any work at the moment. Initially, the larger fellow seems to smirk, looking you over like you couldn't find a horse at a racing ground, but his skinny other seems to think otherwise, blowing smoke into your face.

It seems to be just smoke at first, like he's asking you to leave, but soon your eyes adjust and the redsmoke turns into a vague map, a thicker section illuminating what seems to be an island near the main mass.

"Think you could go there?"
"Do you think he could go there?" The Mercs seem to be in intense disagreement, turning back to you as the smoke recedes, the image of the island firmly stuck into your mind.