The group having not been diverse enough by this time, what with merely a Naga and a Bauriar, a man walks into the tavern. He's a generally attractive man, with a marvelous orange coat and eyes that shine like yellow diamonds. Such an elegant elongated muzzle and pair of luxurious tails that look as though they belong around the neck of someone with far too much money and a lacking fashion sense. This fox-man however was certainly not lacking in fashion sense, dressed in a suit from one of the varying planes that brushed up against Sigil ever so slightly. It even came with a fancy hat, and holes for his twin tails to poke out of and wave about. He carried with him a spear of some length, rather a ludicrous length at that, and with a bladed edge affixed to the top rather than simply something pointy. Even this weapon was ornate, and intricately carved which would seem to give the impression that the fox was far better off than he in fact was.<br/><br/>Making his way to the assembled individuals who were the subjects of his attention, he listened carefully to things which had already been said. "Marvelous. I could do with a bit of intrigue. I would appreciate any leads you might have, so I don't have to visit a quipper or a skag. Even anyone who has skegged these chaos-dustmen."