Fiddling with his dagger by sliding it slowly out of its holster and letting it drop back down, Drakkan muttered once more underneath his bandanna. There seemed to be no proper place to sit in this damn tavern that would give him enough cover to hide should they come looking for him... He was about to walk about before he heard a feminine voice amongst the noise of the crowd.<br/><br/>Normally he would've ignored it, but somehow this..voice...it drew his attention. His eyes scanned across the bar, jumping from male to male before he located the source. Perfect, not only was it in the corner, but the lighting wasn't as well as compared to the rest of the tavern. He cautiously weaved around people, his sandals clacking lightly against the wood as he continued to search for her.<br/><br/>He spotted a small group, composed of one female and two young males, barely old enough to be allowed into a place like this. Drakkan walked up to the small group, eyes fixated on the woman in front of him, his  body looming slightly over the table as he shifted his katana that hung across his back.