After leaving the Hyperion Dar had wandered and gotten himself lost. He'd garnered a few strange looks from people who'd passed him by but he'd ignored them all in favour of attempting to find his way back to the hotel.
Hearing a voice nearby he headed in that direction thinking that the pleasantness of the voice meant the stranger might be inclined to help him. At the very least give him directions. Approaching he found 4 men, three of which looked as if they were advancing on the other. Unfair advantage the Beastmaster thought to himself. Reaching up he pulled his staff pieces from the holds on his back and popped them together as he approached.
One of the three turned and grinned at him. Dar just blinked. Had that been teeth he'd seen? Even worse was the man looked to be deformed. "Is three against one really fair?" he asked as he got closer. He tucked his staff up behind his arm and stopped.