The face of Eldren twisted in surprise at the cleaner's words. [i]A-ate [b]talentium[/b]?! That must mean at the estate... Damnit, there really must have been no survivors ther-[/i]

Any thought he may have had was interrupted by the subtly sound of a door opening, and the pungent smell that rot carried. The man turned to see what brought the assault to his nostrils on, just as the janitor was informing whoever it was of the Bureau's unfortunate state of being closed. The fellow interloper's appearance, however, seemed to make it less noticeable in the mind of the man. The -- what he figured to be -- elf was... [i]uncomfortably[/i] attractive. His face, his walk as he strode over to the janitor, even the sound of his voice were all strangely alluring...

[b]"-I'm Captain Escellar, head of the scouting operation, as well as...latest addition to the Sidosa Board..."[/b]

[i]Escellar![/i] The mention of that vile man's name was what broke the hazy look in Riley's eye, and clenched the man's formerly slacked jaw. This was the bastard of that former harpy Milsa! It was likely that mother and son thought alike, but Riley couldn't help but think how fortunate the guy was that he didn't inherit his mother's looks. 

The elf continued to talk to the man known as Eldren, oblivious to the peeved stare of the one with whom he was speaking to, before halting himself with a distinct look of someone trying to remember something important, like if they had left the water running before leaving the house that morning. The janitor, apparently worried if the elvish captain was ever going to start back up, made his concern known. Not long after did he resume. [b]“By the Goddess, Eldren, is that you? You damned recluse.”[/b] Eldren's face froze. [i]God. Dammit.[/i] 

The captain prattled on, hardly acknowledging his old friend's pained expression at the mention of Yees, and continuing on to "their assured triumph" over monsters which were both impervious to talentium weapon and magic alike. "I'm sorry," the man known as Eldren said with a friendly yet fake smile, "but neither your face nor name ring a bell; who the hell are you?" He stole his hand from the elf before continuing with a smug tone. "Besides, without taking your own credibility into account, what use is my magic when our main targets are are immune to it, and likely to consume whatever weapon I use against them? I've seen the aftermath of their carnage -- the whole Seyour estate has been left to a sole heir, the black sheep of all people! -- I do not believe there is much I can do, if there is anything, against them."