Darius approached the keep, clad in his usual armor with all of his daggers in their sheathes and his light crossbow on his back. His cloak and staff had been left at the inn he was currently staying at. Better to let them know he was armed to teeth than look like he was trying to hide it, even if it might cause the guards to be instantly suspicious.

As he approached, he eyed the defenses warily, but did not let himself be intimidated. Such places were built to be intimidating, after all. That, and he had seen his own fair share of castles and forts during his travel around the Moonsea. His wariness was mostly due to the fact that he tended to avoid authority figures unless it was work related. He had plenty of brushes with the law in the past. While it was true that he was often the one who had committed the crime, there were also a few cases where he had tried to do the right thing, only to discover that the guard he reported an incident to was corrupt, or they simply didn't trust his word against that of a wealthy nobleman.

The only reason he had come at all was because he was having difficulty finding work. Performing an errand for the family who ran the city would not only grant him a sizeable amount of coin, but also potentially get his name out there. Assuming this Grigor Hulmaster was fair in his dealings, that is. There had been many an occasion where an employer had gotten greedy and refused to pay him. And usually, a few choice items went 'missing' from their home a few weeks later.

"So!" He suddenly said as he walked towards the Sergeant, putting up a friendly smile and holding his arms outstretched, clearly revealing the sheathed daggers at his wrists. "I hear you're in need of aid. But first, I take it you'll be confiscating our weapons?" He asked, motioning to remove one of his daggers, although in truth he detested the idea of giving it up.