Only shortly after Darius attempted to initiate conversation with the guards, their attention was diverted to the other newcomers. Most notably, an Orc who appeared to be wearing some sort of armored set of robes, and a Duergar who carried several daggers. They made an interesting sight, and Darius raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't have anything against their races, not many of their kind would choose to so brazenly approach a stronghold of heavily armed humans. It was a fortunate thing that the Sergeant was able to defuse the situation.

Briefly looking the elven gypsy up and down, Darius then turned and followed the Sergeant in, giving a nod to the Deep Dwarf from one dagger enthusiast to another.

Darius was actually somewhat surprised when he entered the Great Hall. He had robbed minor nobles with more lavish furnishings than the room he was standing in. What could that mean? Were they just being modest? Were they cheap or falling on hard times? If it was either of the last two, then perhaps this job might not be as lucrative as he thought...

Hiding his disappointment from his face, Darius walked up to the table and immediately sat down on one of the chairs, folding his arms behind his head. "So, I hear you're in need of aid." He repeated, giving the old man a friendly smile of his own. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of him. Anyone, especially a noble, could put on a friendly face whenever they wanted something from somebody else.