“Taham, you old goat! Can’t make it to the table without a little help?” The pale skinned man spoke, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his Adam’s apple moving with his words. In contrast with his dark hair and black eyes, the man’s skin looked pale yellow, his nails taking on the same hue. He looked like death warmed over, the whites of his eyes a permanent red. He had a smile on his face that didn’t make him look any stronger. It was a wide smile, almost too wide, that seemed to split his face in two.<br/><br/>The blonde woman, Catulin, gave the newcomer a wry look, her head cocking to the side revealing a cluster of open sores behind her ears. “What have you got there? Something important?” Her own smile looked sinister, almost out of place upon her pretty face. In response, Taham frowned. “Stop it, Cat. He’s a respectable young man who’s chosen to help an old decrepit.” The old man sat at his seat and grabbed his mug, the woman pouting slightly.<br/><br/>“Forgive us, we’re all more than a little drunk.” The raven haired woman stood. Coppered skin paired with raven curls made her blue eyes seem out of place. If the color weren’t odd enough, the iris’ of her eyes were slit, almost like those of a dragon, and her open backed garb did nothing to hide the hard, dark scales that ran up the woman’s spine. “We’re celebrating!” With a raise of her mug, her comrades imitating her, they gave a united hurrah. “I am Kaida.” Her free hand went to her breast, just above her head.<br/><br/>Kaida pointed to the large, red curled man. “This is Gobban.” The man gave a nod of his head, the muscles in his neck shifting with the movement, his dark skin reflecting the dim light of the tavern. “Catulin, and Pyer.” The pale man put a finger to his head in acknowledgment of his name. “And of course, Taham.” The old man, now sitting, attempted to take another drink from his mug, missing his mouth entirely and bringing another roar of laughter from the table, even Catulin forgot she was pouting and joined in. “You are more than welcome to join us.” Kaida offered her chair to the newcomer. “It seems as though you could take a load off.”<br/><br/>Pyer stood as well, reaching for the man. “I can help you with those bags.” He was unaware of what the man held, and perhaps Pyer was genuine in his offer of help, but in this day and age, there were very few people to be trusted, especially strangers.