Tertulia en Creta, (invite only) (inRP)

[Clavius]

Gently stroking the hilt of his dagger, Hector threw a squinted glance accross the room, assessing the newcomers, "colorful group that is", he thought, they will fit hardly into my ideas.
Few moments later, he figured that he wasn't the only one observing, a robust siluete, a well fed Rheinlander from the shadows, was doing the same. The stone face of the mercenary didn't reveal anything. Hector slowly lifted himself, poured Rum into the glass and approached him in catlike steps.

"Amigo, I think the time has come for us to exchange some thoughts. By the way, did you see the place that I intended for your base?"