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At the mention of Acrane magics, Ériu's face darkens for a moment. Clearly he is not a particular fan of magic. "I am Ériu, though I am not as well versed as Inerri here, I know a think or two about survival and, though I may not be diplomatic, I like to think that I can be persuasive should the need arise." At this last comment Ériu cracks his knuckles and smiles harmlessly. "Besides that, I like to think I'm pretty good with a blade though in truth I prefer to keep my enemies at a distance."
depending on how long we go with this, I'll be threatening enemies as far as 20 ft away and get 3 AOO a round should anyone try to get near us. :)

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Ériu finishes off his drink and heads to his room, making sure to collect his weaponry from the rack as he leaves the room. Upon entering he sits down on his bed pondering the recent events and his selection for a 'Special Mission'. Ériu grumbles to himself as he sits and fingers his blade. Special indeed, can't even show up to a fancy hotel on time, they'll be a mess on the road. After several minutes of grumbling to himself, Ériu finally spots the note on his bed and laughs silently at his own ignorance. Great, they aren't late I'm just early... Well, may as well try and find them back in the lounge, no sense expecting them in here. Ériu makes his way back to the lounge and again try's to pick out any military group that may seem out of place. makes sense for higher ups to be here as its ritzy, but we would u hope stick out a little. Although it takes some time, Ériu finally notices an odd group sitting in the corner. As Elf, Cat, and Lizard continue there conversation, Ériu makes his way over to their table dragging one of the large stools with him.
Well, what have we here. You all seems like an odd lot sitting around together. Wouldn't happen to do with any 'special operations' would it?

Ériu looks hard at the doorman, while I don't doubt your ability to reimburse any damages, I would prefer my weapons stay with me. However, I don't suppose I'll be getting in without handing it over. He stares hard at the man for a moment and grudgingly hands the pole arm over.

After another large gulp, Ériu Grunts in the affirmative and moves to a larger stool, giving the room a quick once over as he does so.

Not long after, a weather worn mass of metal and muscle enters the hotel. Clearly out of sorts in these slightly more refined conditions, he appears as though he would be more suited to sleeping outdoors than in a hotel. His mass of abnormally large weapons (a 7 ft curved sword at his belt and what appears to be some kind of 18 ft glaive and massive bow slung on his back under an equally massive shield) would suggest that, while he may not walk softly, he enjoys carrying a big stick.

In any case, after glancing around the room. He pulls two large stools together at the bar and orders a large tankard of water. Taking large gulps he drains the tankard in no time asking for another. As he waits, he looks for anyone other than himself that might look out of place.