Since Danny looked, smelled, dressed, talked like a foreigner he would have to be careful not to blow his cover, but the art of deceiving was known and played by others, he just 'skilled' in it. As he took a step inside the tavern and looked about he smiled, his acid green eyes glowing. He had become an old man and was soon to die, but he kept his good looks, or tried at least. When he shivered from the cold night he looked for the back room the torn sign in his pocket told of. He soon found already a small group of people, some quit beautiful, others..a bit creepy. But none the less he was as polite as any courteous stranger could be.<br/><br/>The man with silken black strands bowed to the people and stood straight once more, a smile still on his face. It was faint, but still there. "Excuse me, but is there still an opening for killing, money, and fun here?" As he looked around once more waiting for an answer he looked at his own nails, a bit long, sharp and thick. For a man he was well pampered, almost like a king or prince, though that was just the life style he chose to lead. When his eyes spotted a beautiful(er) creature he dare not take steps further till he knew he was able to join. After all, if it wasn't this it was a more violent road to take.