And practically a heartbeat later, the man known as Amberin Whitestar marches towards the table. Athlethic, but on the graceful side, with a mane of golden hair sorrounding his smiling face. He's wearing all black. Form-fitting leather pants, heavy belt and a silk tunic with long sleeves. He checks his blade and adjusts it by the belt before approaching.<br/><br/>Smiling to both of the woman, he gives a cortous, if not too deep bow before each of them. For a moment, he watches the intimidating panther with the corner of his eye, then sits comfortably into a chair and rests arms on it's railings. The way they are, Amberin knows it would be impolite to pay too much attention to his companions beauty, but he doesn't stop to smile and look in their eyes.