The foreigner watched as his companions crowded around a table and decided he might need to introduce himself soon. He strained his ears above the noise of the inn and just about heard the names as they each announced it. He drunk his fifth glass of water while doing so and then stood to his feet, clutching his bag in one hand. He walked to the group but didn't sit down, instead listening to the conversation around him. The smaller woman, who was carrying a spear he hadn't noticed earlier, spoke of the plans for the next morning from a note she had received from the Baron and Mustafa listened quietly. Gold and a horse seemed almost too good to be true. This tome must of been truly important for his employer to be so desperate for it to return. Mustafa was quite good with horses but rarely rode them outside the desert regions due to the cost and upkeep of them. Desert horses were scrawny but well suited to the sand while the horses around Persk were stronger yet required more food.

He pulled up a chair and slid in under the table, placing himself at an empty spot near the shorter girl. His bag dropped to the side of his chair and he looked around at everyone. 'Mustafa al-Everi' he said gruffly. He didn't offer his hand to anyone and scowled slightly. A part of him wanted to waltz upstairs and go to bed. But he was curious of his companions and the plan for the morning after. Most of all, he wanted to gauge their true strength and see how useful they would be in battle. He ordered another glass of water for himself and when it came, sipped it thoughtfully with his elbows on the table. He needed to make something clear.

'I shall be leaving tomorrow morning at dawn. I'm presuming some of you will want us to travel as a group but I will not wait for anyone' he said, his cold eyes flickering to each person. 'I'd expect you all to do the same. If any of us are killed, I will not stop to mourn. If we are injured, I will not wait behind. This man...this [i]thief[/i] will no doubt be sly. If we miss him because we're putting bandages on, we might never catch him. And I'd rather not spend the rest of my life chasing a thief who could be anywhere'. With his rather blunt statement over, he leaned back in his chair and began draining his water. His Common was accented and stilted, as if he was hesitant speaking it but his message was made clear. He wouldn't wait for anyone - no matter who they were.