"And you have the look of a weathered old dog, no offense"
Kier'Ran gave a half-chuckle and what passed for a smile back in Rouneer, before it disappeared,"I am an old dog, but I can still run with the pack as well as I always have."
The man in front of him carried himself with an arrogant air, though it was probably warranted, otherwise he wouldn't still be alive. His eyes betrayed him however, the way the light was repelled by them, almost as if he craved any fight, even if happened to be with the pale yellow that flooded the room. A quick look told him everything he needed to know for the moment, calloused fingertips, an almost pristine handle on the revolver at his belt, which he afforded a slight tightening of the eyes before moving on, the hilt of his sword however, showed wear and tear. His coat was made of something that reminded him of something from long ago, but the fact that he wore it told him that it was special to the man, few wore something that ostentatious for formal events, much less a recruitment meeting. His piercings and tattoos obviously meant something to him, considering what was represented, he guessed he had once been some kind of slave before becoming a bounty hunter.
His eyes roved the rest of the room as others entered. The woman that thought herself quiet had the expression of a predator, a hunter in more than a single meaning. A man in a peculiar hat and duster holding a combat axe entered and brought with him the underlying scent of earth and sweat, a farmer of sorts, he decided. An almost imperceptible distortion in the air behind the Farmer and the unmistakeable smell of a heavily augmented being made him ready himself in his seat for a moment before the cloaking mechanism was turned off and he allowed himself to relax after seeing the child with the chainsword strapped to her back, not particularly dangerous, but she was young yet. Another Farmer entered, this one with blue hair, an oddity, but nothing more than he'd seen countless times before. Both the least and most intriguing member of the group appeared to be in an enviro-suit. Kier'Ran could barely detect a scent other than the suit, but caught a whiff of heat, ash maybe, he wasn't sure. Whoever was in that suit had a reason.
The final one to join the group was a giant of a man, but the way he held himself implied he struck the balance between grace and efficiency. He wore little more than a white robe and the hilt of a greatsword stuck above his head, emblazoned with an octopus of sorts. His robes were intriguing, but didn't appeal to him beyond that. His hand, however, was tattooed with roughly the same design as on his sword, and the rings he felt were some kind of marking.
"And I am a Sufian, proud sword slaves, willing to sell myself to however can pay"
He spoke with roughly the same underlying pattern as one he had heard on the other side of the door in the cafe. So he had some kind of voice augmentation. He saw the man looking at him and looked him back, eyes roaming over him, sizing him up. There wasn't much he could say, so he kept quiet.
