Siris smiled at Abe's natural charisma. For a crazy old man, he was fun to be around. Siris had sat around while Abe told the wild stories of his adventures and studies. No person could tell whether or not half of them were true or not but it was no matter for the listeners. People either believed Abe entirely or thought he made everything up. Siris indeed believed the old man's crazy stories because it was quite possible that he could have done these things when he was younger."Abe, of course what I have brought you here for would be of great import. Do you think that I send for people to come to my place on a daily basis? If I have need for people I generally send Cimon to give them a message and they do it. Anyway, it seems we are still waiting on the others to arrive" Siris told Abe. At that moment, Bran Talanhart came into the room beside Cimon. "You called for me sir?" Bran said to Siris with heavy respect. 

Bran looked over Abe in a mix of disgust and wonder. He had heard of Abe and knew from people had told him, that he hated Abe. Abe was crazy and somewhat of a mess. Bran saw him as a man who wasn't fit for battle and certainly had no place in a guild which focuses on hunting monsters. If the old man had a crazy idea form that didn't work in battle it could mean the death of those around him. Bran's thoughts were interrupted by a cough from Siris. "Anyway, seems like we are waiting for the last person to arrive. I hope she gets he soon so we can get down to buisness." Siris stated bluntly as he ran a hand through his hair.