Ro'en looked at the one who opened the door, after stumbling slightly the doorstep as the handle gave more way than he expected it to.

His brows furrowed at the loud cussing that ensued.

[b]"Your. fucking. poster, fucker."[/b] He replied stoutly into the guardsman's face. 'Help Wanted' did not exactly say 'Do not Disturb'.

Then he simply walked on further into the room to make space for the others, though he was really uninterested in arguing any further, he had sensed that he might have to get physical when the retort came. Ro'en's left hand came to rest on something behind his coat, his eyes watched the guard's every movement.

If everyone here was as unreasonable or as foul as the guard, this career change might not have been the best decision.



[i]"I uh, do believe it would be rather rude to barge in like that. "[/i] Chimed in the dark-skinned woman, who soon called herself Mysaren. To which he nodded with a wry smile. An odd name to be sure. It was clear between Mysaren and the guard, which of them would have had more influence to him.