When Seka ambled into the room, Darius’ face lit up brightly. There was something in the handsome man’s eyes that might have resembled love…but not lust. A brotherly sort of look that made the barrows of his infinite-night eyes glisten with almost sickly affection. At Seka’s words, Darius nodded and refined his call:<br/><br/><strong>“Explorers of your Caverns and Caves and of your Bodies! Join with us and we’ll give you booty!” </strong>With the last word he looked meaningfully at Seka. Darius certainly had no desire to share<span class="bbc_u"><strong>his</strong></span>booty.<br/><br/>He looked back at Seka hopefully, “Like that?” Darius wasn’t stupid by any means, he just…wasn’t a sales person per se. Turning his gaze from the anthro cat, he watched as<strong>Nerezza </strong>sauntered in, whistling hard. In a low voice, he leaned toward Seka and murmured, “A drow. Their kind are deadly and seriously scary. I don’t know how she’d fit in, but with a body like that…we could distract a dragon while we stole his balls. What do you say? Want me to go recruit her?”<br/><br/>As he waited for Seka’s reply he saw<strong>Mr. Penis Head Serious Man</strong>walk into the room, seething with all sorts of pent rage. For a moment, Darius thought the man had a case of the hemorrhoids or something, all shaking and fierce and introspective until the brick of a man walked over to them.<br/><br/><strong>“You are explorers then?”</strong>the man asked, placing both hands on the tables hard enough that Darius’ mug of awful ale sloshed everywhere.<br/><br/>Frowning up at the thingie-me-bobber-serious-looking-guy, Darius responded, “Look bud. We’re not explorers so much as feisty Jo-Bobs looking for friends to help us retrieve the low-lying fruit. You know, the shallow dungeons guarded by age-old monsters…and by age-old, I mean so old their teats sag to their ankles and they can’t move to swing their magic hammers while we steal their shit. You got me? Nothing quite as…serious business…as you seem to radiate.”<br/><br/>Pausing, Darius gestured to a chair. “Look, that is our “Maybe” chair. Have a seat. If you can have a good time with us, we’ll let you in. Otherwise, I’m afraid you might just be a little too dark and brooding. Besides, Seka’s looking for a boyfriend – and…well…even if I was gay, I wouldn’t try fiddling with your brisket to find your lemons, lemme tell you.”<br/><br/>Darius flashed the man a smile and looked over his shoulder. Music had started and, with it, the promise of a dance. He saw woman, beautiful – but in a different way the Nerezza, perhaps a<strong>half-elf</strong>, glance at the Drow and at the stage meaningfully. There was always room in the Horny Ba….er…Explorers of Bodies…for good dancers.<br/><br/>Excited to see what the woman was capable of, Darius leaned forward – not precisely ignoring the scary Valdric guy – and watched to see what would happen next (though he kept the Drow in the corner of his eye, just to be sure she didn’t leave before he could offer her a position, or two, or three).<br/>