It took a minute but eventually Seka wandered in as well. He had in fact<em>not</em>been groping any guards but rather buying supplies that he thought they might need for the road. Not that they cold afford much. This whole needing money thing was really a hassle. He was a handsome young man, much of his slim, tanned, and well toned body showing from the garb he wore that was typical to his clan; that being a red patterned loincloth and matching leggings, as well as several ornamentations. Oh, and weapons. The two knives at either side were pretty obvious but there were other, sneakier weapons too. His eyes were a deep, lush green and his hair the sort of blond and brown that can only come from extensive time under the sun. Perhaps the most surprising of all factors were the ears upon his head and the tail behind him, tawny brown in color and rare in most places, though you could see a few in this bustling city.<br/><br/>It was obvious to anyone with passing knowledge that he was one of the cats from the sand tribe out in the deserts, but that could lead to the question of what he was doing out here. Banished? Run away? On a mission? Few asked and fewer still received answers.<br/><br/>Despite the toughness of the race and indeed this particular example of it, Seka was grinning amiably as he entered the tavern. He was a friendly, happy-go-lucky guy which might explain how he ended up with Darius in the first place. For some reason, they just got along despite some of their more obvious differences in taste.<br/><br/>Moving to the table, the feline set a couple drinks down with a thumb and plopped in one of those chairs. "Stop calling us the Horny bastards of Mischief. That's why no one joins and we're still sitting here two out of five. They gotta know we're serious. I mean, ya know, serious about getting some money." He took a long sip of his drink and nodded to Darius. "See you gotta try something like this: Explorers of Ruins, Caverns, and Bodies! Join While ya still can and get a cut of the booty!"