Grinning foolishly, Darius reached out and wrapped an arm around<strong>Seka</strong>’s shoulders, murmuring into his ear loudly enough for anyone to overhear, “Did you hear that Seka? He’s willing to sell you his body and give us his booty in return for a little Arrr-tee-fact. Sound’s properly giving and spiritual to me. In fact, I think I love him.” Darius winked at the now unmasked man playfully, clearly amused by the whole situation enough to have changed the man’s chair from the “maybe” chair into the “haha, this rocks and I want to see Seka squirm” chair. Most of his banter quieted down as the dancer began her dagger tossing, however.<br/><br/>With an appreciative leer – his third best – not the kind to get him stabbed, Darius called out, “Hey,<strong>dancer </strong>lady, you’d make more money working for us!” So much for his horrible ale; no doubt the proprietor would be spiking his mug with poison for the rest of the night. Clearly, Darius had absolutely no clue how to address the public in any way that even modestly resembled civility.<br/><br/>When, at last, the delicious looking<strong>Drow </strong>came by – looking at his massive man-junk no less – he smirked, misreading her signals entirely. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. In his too-handsome face the maneuver was just…skeevy and more than a little odd. Then, she spoke and his face fell.<br/><br/>Huffing about her staring and rudeness and combat, Darius swallowed his tongue and muttered, “Well, sorry. But you’ve got nice jugs. And hips. And calves. I’ll try to behave.” Darius glanced over at Seka, as though to confirm he’d said the right thing, then flicked his intense gaze back at the Drowess. “Well, if you’re looking for work, anything that has to do with Arr-tee-facts (southern drawl included) will no doubt offer numerous challenges.” He beamed at her openly, even if his look wasn’t quite as lusty as before, and reached down, hand almost – but not quite – brushing sculpted black-skinned thigh, and began pawing through his maps.<br/><br/>And then, the fire happened. Explosively. Darius looked up, blinked at the young looking<strong> silver-white endowed mage</strong>and blanched. He glanced down at the table and the remaining chair there, and shrugged, “I suppose we could add another chair. Just keep in mind, you’ll be vying with Valdric for Seka’s attentions. Well, you never know, the drow might try to…I dunno…nom on you…” He gestured to the empty chair. Sure, they might be over-crowded now, but someone might get eaten along the way, eh?<br/><br/>He paused, looking back over at<strong>Valdric</strong>, “So, what sorts of Ahr-tee-fackts are you lookin’ for?” Yeah, maybe there was something a little…off about Darius. His accent was changing way too fast for him to be precisely what he appeared to be. Not in an uncanny scary evil Lich King kinda way, more like a gnome-in-a-suit playing pretend kinda way. Oh well. You never know – he might have been a gnome, transformed into a handsome human-ish looking man by some random curse.<br/><br/>Stranger things have happened. Hell, looking around, Darius thought he could see a human woman and a dwarf man…doing it in the corner. Very strange.<br/><br/>