You entered the skeevy-looking tavern, trying to make themselves scarce as they attempted to locate a certain tall, green acquaintance. They stuck out like a sore thumb, however; this place certainly was not somewhere one of their station would frequent. As those moments passed, however, they suddenly felt a large pair of hands effortlessly lift them up into the air. "Gotcha!" said a familiar voice as Daruk flipped Enuji around with a quick toss to look them in the face. Daruk's signature cocky grin greeted them as Daruk set Enuji back down. "Ye really should be more wary, mate. That's how I gotcha last time, too," he guffawed loudly, referencing the time he'd kidnapped Enuji right off the street for ransom, but ended up letting them go after a surprisingly fulfilling chat. It seemed like that'd been ages ago now. What was once an initially scary first encounter for Enuji had become a warm memory.

"What're ye even doin' 'ere? Ain'cha a bit outta yer way?" Daruk cocked an eyebrow, wondering what brought Enuji to one of the orc's favorite joints. His quizzical expression suddenly spread into a wide, smarmy grin as he looked Enuji over. "Ah...ye come 'ere lookin' fer me, did ye?" he said as he leered cheekily at the shorter creature, bending his knees to meet their gaze eye-to-eye.