One of the doors along the wall suddenly opened from the other side, and into the tavern area stepped out one of the newer Shadow Wolves, Elric to those who kept track of them, who seemed to have been adjusting his clothing in the tiniest bit of hurries. When he saw the table full of big names, the young man looked incredibly embarrassed, and did his best to hurry off into the deeper parts of the Den, giving quick, bowing nods to any of the Wolves that made eye contact with him in his egress.
Just after the Shadow Wolf at the door's threshold, Bujari stepped up from the dimly lit darkness of his personal holding he had viciously fought for time and time again in his years in the Den. He had only been wearing just a large loincloth he seemed to be retying around his waist, and he was practically gleaming in a sheen of sweat over his hairless body. The bald giant (or at least, giant when Charon wasn't around) had a smirk on his face, and his dark eyes first looked across the room to the bar at the opposite wall. Bujari gave a nod to Alko with a mocking smooch of his lips.
He felt in a good mood; his healing session with the Shadow Wolf went rather well. The pup had gotten himself some sort of skin sickness from frequenting one of the brothels outside the wealthy district of Arca, and Bujari was more than happy to help explore those memories to purge the infection from him. It had worked, and as an added bonus, the intimacy of the catalyst memories riled both Bujari and Elric in the passion of it all, and thanks to the Spirit Wolf's expertise, ended up in good clean fun, though he was pretty sure Elric had never held desires for laying with anyone other than women. That probably explained his quick exit, Bujari considered, with a twisted grin. "Oah Alko, why you nevah get seek no moah, eh?!" He said with a cruel chuckle.
Alko said nothing, he knew better than to encourage Bujari by answering his question, nor did he want to discuss anything about their one rendezvous they shared years ago; once was certainly enough as far as he was concerned. Bujari was a brute. He did, however, cant his head to direct his attention to the table down the way.
Bujari's eyes followed the gesture to the card game, and a wide grin came to his face. With a final tight pull to snug the loincloth, he sauntered over to the table, taking in the players. He had missed Lilly's exit, though that was probably lucky for her; Bujari loved fresh meat. There was Rufus, looking cool headed like always; Bujari wondered when they'd play one of their knife games again, the man seemed far too relaxed lately, can't let him get soft with all this slow business lately. Vex, the runt... hiding behind illusions, as if people did not do enough of that without magic; Bujari made a special note to drag him out sometime from under his thin magic sheets and show him a thing or two about working with the illusions already here. Zeina... Oh Zeina, that sweet thing would rot his teeth, though it might be worth the taste. She ran a good ship, but Bujari often thought of scenarios that would rock that boat. He would have to spend some time for something clever, however. And finally there was...
Ah... of course.
As he neared the table, the scent of spices, sweat, and sex were unavoidable, but at least the spices weren't so bad this time. The tall, shameless Bujari made as much eye contact with Rufus as the clever Red Wolf would allow, on his way to stand between Zeina and Torak. Before he made any greetings to them, Bujari placed one of his massive hands to get a nice grip on the back of the chair the new Shadow Wolf had sat upon, enough to let the assassin know that his hand was definitely there. Then, crouching on the balls of his feet, He got his face uncomfortably close to Torak's, looking at his hand of cards. He gave a 'tsk', despite the cards he saw, and with a heavy breath spoke softly to him, as to not be too disruptive to the game. "You must be da new Torak, yeh? You be sittin' in mah chair, 'pup'. Ah t'ink ya have ta be standin' fer da rest ah'v yer hand, it'll be good fer ya, yeh?" The face he had for Torak was a toothy grin that looked like it would start leaking venom at any moment.