As soon as he received a tall, polished glass of water, Kage nodded his head in thanks, murmuring a quick wording under his breath in an unknown language before taking a sip out of the cold drink. The Elven man next to him mentioned something about his wolf companion approving of the ronin, and Kage allowed a small arch to narrow at his left eyebrow, even though he only murmured an almost silent 'interesting' in response to the other man's observation. A few others entered the room soon after - a red-haired woman, a barbarian woman clad in furs, and a few others that slightly interested him. [i]They are most-likely here for the recruitment,[/I] he thought to himself, retrieving said flier from the satchel on his hakuma pants. It mention this tavern, specifically, and although he was as patient as humanly - and elvenly possible, Kage couldn't help but mentally wonder when the meeting would accurately take place. It was taking a while for this to start up, it seems.

The sound of heavy armor leaning into the seat next to him caused the ronin to glance to the left, watching as what seemed to be a knight sat next to him. The other man held the posture of a warrior of commendable strength, but, not a fan of the 'crusader' types - mostly because they were among the many types that he had killed back to the West, when he was sent on massacre missions - Kage opted to simply extend his dark aura around him, listening in on other conversation as he nursed the cold water in front of him. Yamigakure, his pure-black katana, crafted from the bone of a Dire Dragon, and the metal near a supposed 'Portal to Hell', rang in silence, thirsting for blood...as most Demon weapons did. Kage whispered another phrase under his breath, to appease the weapon until they could feel the wonderful blood of their enemies slicing through the air...