Errol Demir
Even with the playful smile that gleamed towards the strangers, it was evident that his charm had alluded to the brutish guards. The irritated looks adorning their faces made it clear that they were unimpressed by Errol's crude entrance.
As he was ushered towards the growing crowd in the courtyard, he kept his head ducked while secretly peeking at each of the others. At first glance, it seemed like a strange hodgepodge of people. While some appeared to fit the extravagance of the estate, others who like himself stuck out sorely. When he spotted another aspect and even a puntling, he was surprised to see such unexpected guests among the assortment of wealthy-looking individuals. But, it was relieving to see that he wouldn't be the only oddity at this gathering.
While he joined the conclave, Errol chose to stand near the lion-man. Though, still some good distance away. He figured that if anything dangerous were to happen, he was more likely to find an ally in him, than the rest. With his back leaning on the cool limestone wall, Errol's sharp gaze studied his surroundings, ever watchful of any impending threats.
Now that he was inside the estate's walls, he is able to appreciate its grandeur. The grounds were vast, filled with beautiful greenery and the smell of blossoming flowers. With the crystal clear water, it was like an oasis. The building was a paragon of luxury, as it could easily fit five of his own homes inside of its walls. With the opulence dripping from every corner, even Errol felt the tinge of envy.
When the collection of servants appeared, Errol was brought back from his thoughts. He watched as they worked curiously, his gaze following their every move. At first, he wondered what they were doing. But, as the tent took shape, he was impressed with how cohesive and swift they accomplished their task.
Errol hadn't been paying much mind to the conversation happening around him. However, as an older man exited the house, his appearance caught his attention. As the man introduced himself, his feathered ears perked under his hood. This was the man who had invited him, yet Errol is still just as clueless about the reason. Even though Errol was hesitant, when he was invited to sit and hear what Habbas had to say, his curiosity got the best of him. As he listlessly pulled at his cloak, he moved with the others into the tent. Errol took a seat at the far corner of the table, refusing to turn his back to anyone.
While Habbas began explaining the need for secrecy, Errol listened with interest. Though, his eyes often drifted to the delicious food being placed in front of him, his stomach loudly growling. Yet, he was too wary to take any. The topic, which Habbas was taking his time to get to, sounded serious and left Errol's mind to run with fantasies.
When Habbas finally proposed his offer, Errol tilted his head. His eyes narrowed on the man as if trying to decipher if he was being genuine. A scholarly appearing man spoke up, asking the same thing that was on Errol's mind. "Why us?" He asked, his voice slightly timid. It was the question burning in his mind since he had first received the letter. Although this entire spiel sounded suspicious, the idea of making that much money for his clan was something he couldn't outright refuse.