Viktor Romanov entered the Nimble Nymph and was momentarily war of the two large men standing on either side of the door until he realized that they were bouncers, and likely wouldn't give him any more trouble than he gave them. He didn't even notice the prostitutes, or whatever they were. If they couldn't hurl a spell, he probably wouldn't be interested anyway. The light-skinned man with dark curly hair was not one for drinking, especially when he was working, so he quietly gave the halfling woman behind the bar the password and made his way up to the second floor.<br/><br/>He wore a black, light woolen overcoat over his white silk shirt with ruffles at the wrists and neck. Viktor carried no weapons but a wand in the inside pocket of his overcoat. On his belt were small pouches for spell components and under his overcoat he carried a small bag. It appeared that he was travelling very light for an adventurer as he carried nothing else on him.<br/><br/>When he was on his way up the stairs and he passed through the wards surrounding the upstairs room, he felt much more confident about this job. If there was someone capable of casting wards planning to give him and others a task, they were likely not wasting anyone's time or trying to get them killed. As he entered the upstairs room, he was not surprised to find that it was already occupied by several other adventurers.<br/><br/>It was always awkward for Viktor to meet new people, though he would have to do just that, especially since he would likely be working with these people until they finished the job or they all died horribly. He took a look around the room upon entering. Three men and one woman, most likely human, one brightly-dressed female elf, and one...he wasn't sure about this last one. He tried not to stare, and instead look at her out of the corner of his eye while he surveyed other nearby objects and people. Was that some kind of feathery dress she was wearing? Possibly, but that didn't explain the talons, dangerous talons that looked as though they could rip into flesh with ease, like those of a hawk. Those must be wings, then. His mind immediately leapt to the idea of an magical experiment gone wrong, and he wouldn't dare bring that up. No sense in making people feel worse than they already did about such things. But with one glance as he turned his head elsewhere, he knew that it could have been much worse. Hawk's head, wings instead of hands, stubby legs, or even being a perfectly-formed human but the size of a hawk...or a hawk the size of a human.<br/><br/>Viktor noticed the food in the center of the room and he made his way to the table, nodding politely to those who met his gaze and taking a few pieces of meat and cheese, then finding his seat. The life of an adventurer had taught him a few things, and one of them was that when free food is offered, as long as it's not poisoned, you eat it. Still no alcohol, though. That's easier to poison and he wanted his mind to be as sharp as possible for any negotiations that would transpire.