The Dwarf furrowed his heavy eyebrows for a moment, before he quickly made a subtle bow to Thea.

"Of course, m'lady. We'll be right outside. [i]Come[/i]... " Before he turned to walk out, the dwarf's attention moved to the tall Night Elf standing next to him. Fran gently tugged Rithrynn's cloak to get her to move, before quickly letting go and retreating a step backwards as if he expected the Night Elf to immediately spin around in retaliation with her blade and attempt to swipe his head clean off for the 'offense'!

Once he had gotten her to move however, Fran was quick to walk over to the door and exit the room, waiting for Rithrynn to exit as well before closing the door as quietly as he could.

Given the fact that the heavy wooden door was well oiled, it was impossible to avoid an audible 'bang' as its iron frame smashed against the masonry of the doorframe. Pulling on his shoulder, Fran's eyes rolled over to gaze in every other direction other than the Night Elf. Fiddling with his belt, the dwarf moved a hand down into his cloak, much to the suspicion for the Night Elf, before freezing when he suddenly noticed a pair of monks walking past them on the other side of the column row.

Holding his hand still, he moved his other hand into a similar position - acting like he was watching the scenery of the Cathedral as the two monks passed them.

As soon as the two monks had disappeared around the last column however, the dwarf was quick to produce a tin canteen that he swiftly uncorked. As he removed the cork, a strong alcoholic aroma could immediately be smelled in the air around them, coming from whatever baneful stuff the dwarf had in the canteen. Taking a quick sip, Fran screwed the cork back on before putting the canteen back in his cloak.

"Sooo... " The dwarf finally said something, his eyes casually rolling back onto Rithrynn.
"What is it you guys are doing in Stormwind? I mean, other than raiding bars, picking fights and terrorizing the local markets?"