Chapter 1: Plausible Deniability

Kairon Fiero is wearing a set of ruffled, but expensive-looking clothes. A well-cut coat falls down his slim frame like a waterfall, underneath is a white shirt with ruffles at the collar. His pants run down his legs, made of an alluring dark blue silk like the rest of the outfit, ending just above his brown leather shows. A holy symbol of his deity, a staff with a styilized lion curled around it. As he is "ushered" into the room (he knows the guard a bit too well, and he was more than rough with him), he slicks his dark hair back, running his fingers along one horn. He maneuvers himself to the front of the group, "Hey-o, nice digs you got here, ey? Sweet trick, kiddo. Now, tell me, what are we doing here?"

Wallamin walks in to the room and looks around at the others that are already sitting down. He has a simple pair of brown pants and white shirts with a leather coat. He realizes that he has had incounters with everyone at the table. Ands sits down

Kairon slides into a chair, his face intent on the kings. "A-course we are, daddy-o. But I got a better question, what's a big cheese like you doing talkin' to slimes like us?" A smile flashes across his face.

No need to get defensive I'm already in. What is it that we can do for you.
Wallamin rubs his chin a little likening the idea that he will have some dirt on the king