There had been promise of beer. That was really why Heath had decided to show up. He could ref - it wasn't that difficult to see when a puck went into a net, after all. As for rough-housing, it wasn't like people wanted to kill one another. He'd call a high sticking error here and there, just to earn his keep...and then have another beer.
"Alright, fellas, where do I go?" Heath asked Ryan and Dane, eyes lingering for a second on Dane's hair then looked over at Sarah. Heath could probably help her pick out a stick...Shutting off the filthy part of his mind, Heath faced forward, eyes moving to where the cooler was. "Do I get a whistle?" Heath was still a little gun shy when it came to letting Marz out, so the dragon was obviously absent from his shoulder.