"Aye, it's good to meet you all. I am Zalek."  With his tankard topped off he took a healthy gulp. The heated flavor of the mead hit the back of his throat forcing him to release a quick hiss from his lips brought on by the unexpected kick of the spicy flavor. "That's poison." He pushed his cup away, the barmaid must have refilled his mug with the wrong mix, typical human he thought to himself, always full of mistakes. This new flavor he favored much less than the sweet honey before.<br/><br/>With a smooth step he turned away from the counter top, continuing to watch the interactions of those around him. Studying them, their quirks, and mannerisms. A group of four could certainly take on the task ahead. But he was curious if any more would show and even more curious if any humans would join.<br/><br/>He moved away from Dreya, Videl, and Elris to sit on the corner of the bar. Still within their presence, but now with the door to his front. He always felt uneasy sitting with a door at his backside. If the centuries have taught him one thing, it's to always position himself in a room so he knew what was coming.<br/><br/>Zalek's eyes stayed on Elris, her interactions, confidence, demand, it was... enticing and entertaining at the same time. She didn't let up on Videl. That was good. To Zalek that meant this women could certainly hold her own.<br/><br/>HIs attention was broken by the dark haired women that came into the tavern. Her presence and appearance demanding an audience. Confused as to why she was approaching the small group, his brow pressed together. Speaking to himself, " Is she..." she did. She came to join this merry bad of misfits. That was it. Any doubt that Zalek had in joining and truly committing to the group was gone. He was all in. If this was a complete wash it would be worth watching. If some how it was a success,  it was sure to be the adventure he'd craved for so long now.<br/><br/>After Delilah joined in, it felt like the door kept opening. Brining new folks one by one. Each different in their own way. The variety excited Zalek especially the halfling. He hadn't met many halflings that he liked during his life time.<br/><br/>It was beginning to feel like the night was turning into morning. Each creep of the opening door showing the passing time. Hopefully this was it, there would be no more newcomers. Zalek leaned back on the two legs of his chair, finally seeing something of interest pulled from Videl's satchel. He wanted to know what was on the rolled map.<br/><br/>Videl's question to the group not directed at anyone in particular. Zalek waited for an answer, looking to Dreya considering she was the first to join in. Surprised by her silence, suspicious of her squirming in her seat.<br/><br/>"I've lived many lives. Fought in thousands of battles. But the past hundred years have slowly became a tame bore. I need something adventurous, dangerous, and exciting. Call it whatever you will. I'm quick with a sword and decent with a bow. I think I might get to use both on this little quest," he laid the feet of the chair back to the floor waiting for the others to answer the question posed.