Zalek was sitting at the last table slightly hidden by the shadows casted from the lit candles. His dagger drawn and dancing over the surface of the wooden top gentle carving the letter Z into its existence.<br/><br/><br/><br/>He saw the notice at Wamper’s Gate as he was leaving Evidailer and decided to wait around to see who might answer the call to action. It had been several years since he had  found a crowd of people that he could tolerate to break the staleness of traveling alone but his craving for adventure and interaction grew. A deep hunger that needed to be fed.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Eyes scanning the room he saw a female braiding jewels into her red-orange hair. The sound of her voice easily picked up by his heightened hearing he grinned catching enough of the conversation to know the gentleman beside her is the one who put up the notice.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Intrigued by the pair Zalek sat up in his chair, slide his dagger away and leaned forward on his elbows. Deciding if he wanted to embark on this  journey and approach the two or not. The large name speaking had authority in the tone of his voice and seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Two qualities that worked well enough foe Zalek.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Deciding to take a chance he lifted up from the table. Pushing the chair back with the heel of his foot just as the bell rang above the door. His eyes darted to the left watching a women storm into the pup. Her eyes scanning the room, internally he wondered what she was looking for. His question quickly answered as she moves forward introducing herself to the couple he had been watching. Her name Dreya coast above the voices to Zalek’s ears. He whispers under his breath, “Seems like a party after all.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>Wasting no time, he walks across the inn coming beside Dreya. Giving a firm nod towards the male figure he speaks up, “Count me in as well.” A smooth devilish grin forms on my lips. He turns his head, lifts a finger, calls out a refill in his tankard.