[@Inda][@Xeron][@Astarael42][@Kote]

Ryker looked over everyone in the room as he sipped the drink the women made him. He was a little happy that he wasn't the youngest person in the room. That spot seemed to be filled by Sara. The girl from earlier didn't appear to be the oldest anymore either. She was trumped by a James Miller. He found it rather odd that all of them had been requested. They appeared to have very little in common if anything at all. He found himself glancing at the table and debated tasting the food. He watched as the women, Cedar, took a plate of treats and a couple pictures. He waited for her to take a bite to see if she endured any effects.

The food before him was fancier than he was used to, along with the drink in his hand. The alcohol was top shelf and it went down like water. He'd never been one for the high price items. Usually it was the cheapest money could buy and you were down on your ass after a couple sips because the taste was horrible and your body wasn't meant to ingest something of that nature. Cedar seemed to be taking the food no problem, Ryker began to wonder if she was used to eating like this or if it was foreign to her the way it was to him. 

He scanned the room a little room watching the movements of the one named Chronus. That was a weird name for a person. It was certainly original and he had no doubts that the poor boy was bullied as a child based purely on name alone. He cringed a little thinking about how he missed out on that aspect of life. All he knew about children was the stuff he read in books and what his guardian had told him. Other than that he wasn't sure. Maybe Chronus had a nice personality that saved him from ridicule. His slender arms holding onto papers. Ryker couldn't help but feel a little unprepared. The whole situation reminded him of the first time he went on an interview and he had no qualifications up against men with years of experience. He'd failed to get the job then, and he was sure he'd fail again. 

The only reason he even came to this place to find out how they knew so much about his mother and the man that Ryker could no longer consider a father. He wondered if the person in charge knew who his father might actually be. Why did he hate his mother so much that he felt like death was the only way to deal with things. Had she told him he existed? Did she use her last breath to continue keeping her secret or did she reveal everything? His eyes went back to Cedar for a moment. More photos of food. He wasn't sure if she maybe her job outside of here was a food blogger or whatever.

Then he turned to look at James. The man was the bigger of all three boys. He prayed he wouldn't have to try and lift anything heavy or participate in some sort of fight club for the spot. The place seemed to fancy for fighting though.  Ryker eyed him up though.  Squaring his shoulders and putting his now empty glass on the table and tried to portray himself as tougher than he appeared. He was no alpha, but he wouldn't let himself get pushed around. He was always on the defensive when it came to other people. Never sure of what they wanted. James wasn't suspicious, but he was competition and that was all that mattered.

Sara was a beautiful young women. She looked a couple years younger than him and he felt the need to protect her, although she looked like she could handle herself. Her face was emotionless when his eyes fell to her. She looked strong, but he made the mental note to try and keep by her. He wasn't one to pick himself over another, especially a female.  She was quiet though, and quiet always made him think of danger.

Everyone was silent though. Chronus had spoken some, but that was about it. The voice that came out of the boys mouth was not what he had been expecting either. It was slightly musical and he kind of wished the kid would speak again. He let out a small cough and he could feel all the eyes move in his direction. 

[color=00746b]"If you don't mind me being so blunt, but why are we here?"[/color] Ryker asked crossing his arms over his chest and staring the women who had greeted them up and down. He didn't trust her for a second, but she looked to be a decent bartender. [color=00746b]"You bring us here and offer us things,  but you neglect to actually say why exactly we were summoned. I don't think I'm the only one who got a little....I guess...gift in the mail. You wouldn't offer up information like that without a price."[/color] His voice was skeptical and he his face serious. He wanted answers and he was sure everyone else did to.