(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSg7kkHueEJtxbDugklBKt3QM1jsoniJZhoNX1BfE98KK7H47bwDQ)<br/><br/>Drakmir walked into the tavern. His eyes finding the contact he was supposed to meet. He steps forward avoiding contact with tye others as his eyes size up and drinks in the drider before him. Normally they would be dangerous adversaries but this one clearly is a slave and a rare one at that. She asked him what he will be having and he knows the time to respond has come. "The silvery cast is lomg in its reach, though it cuts through the ebony field." He said with a simple look around to make sure he was not being spied upon. He was sure there were those who would gladly try and steal his job or his things in this tavern and it was better to simply not trust anyone. Even this drider was a suspicious creature that he would have to be leary of. He grips his weapon tighter before glancing to the bartender once more and cleared his throat. He was making it clear to speed up and eityer instruct him or take him somewhere where he could be instructed. Either way would work. Right now he was too much in the open.<br/><br/>He wasnt stupid and understand combat well. This would be a good spot to be ambushed or attacked as it would be hard to identify whom was the one attacking. "I was instructed to meet you here and I have. Is there a place we can go that isnt so crowded?" Drakmir stated as his eyes returned to hers as he held her gaze. He had to admit if it wasnt for the spider features he probably would have bed her...he'll he might even as she was now. After all he lived by two things, coin and ass. If the job paid well than he was happy. If he had access to women than he also was very happy. Call him a who're surely and he would not deny it. He loved his way of life and would not change it.