After the bard made his way to the table, yet another individual came through the door only this one was a greasy looking humanoid rat twisting his curled mustache. "Bonjour, I am Slairk the classiest Kobold Assassin you've ever laid your eyes on." He said with a french accent. His old raggedy clothing looked like they were falling apart from the seams. Far from his self-proclaimed classiest Kobold. "I heard some monsieur here wanted people to hunt a special beast, and I Slairk have come to the call of the hunt. Oh ho ho ho, you'll never find a better trickster for the job!" He then made his way to the table and sat in a chair. He didn't really care for the bard's music though he didn't mind it either.