"I'm glad something can be worked out. Whatever you need done I will gladly do for as long as I have your hospitality," Stoker said as he jogged to catch up with the King. The other lion hardly acknowledged him before indicating the lioness who had seen him earlier. So that was Nala. She was young, perhaps only a little bit older than Stoker himself, and she was standing with the lioness who had approached him earlier and another one. He studied her briefly, noting that she was a pretty lioness, and thought to himself, 'Hmm, staying here for a little while might not be so bad after all.'
Without any further dawdling, he approached the lionesses. He noticed them looking at him, noticed the other lioness pull Nala closer to herself. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was scared. He scoffed at the idea. Why should they be scared of him, with his pathetic little mane and his childish face? That would be silly- even if he had admitted to being a mercenary. Although, the lioness he'd told that to, the former queen, Sarabi, looked very calm. It was certainly odd.
Sarabi looked at her friend and spoke sternly. "If Scar finds out, we will stand up to him, so that maybe we can take him down with us. Now would you stop your cowering? Stoker comes."
The male stopped before them, and first looked at Sarabi, the one he'd already been introduced to.
"Madam, it seems your king and I may be able to work something out. I shall be staying in these lands for a time, how long, I know not as yet. While I am here, you can speak to me about whatever it was you had on your mind earlier, before I get on to business. So what did you wish to discuss?"
Sarabi wanted to plead the rogue for help, but if he and Scar had made an arrangement already, she was too late. She wouldn't risk her friends so carelessly. So she tried to smile- though she felt she was doing poorly at it- and answered simply, "It's nothing. I'm sure you must be tired, and busy, I won't trouble you with an old lioness's problems."
"Oh? Well alright then," he turned his gaze to Nala, "Are you Nala? The king said you should escort me to the den I'll be staying in."