Against all odds, yet another creature was lurking about outside the guild. Well, not really lurking. He'd been on a hunt, as the string of three squirrels at his hip suggested. And he wasn't really a creature, per se. He appeared rather ordinary, save for the glimpse of a knotwork of dark tattoos that peeked out from under the collar of his shirt. His brown hair was pulled up into a loose braid that fell just past his shoulderblades. For the most part, he seemed human enough. That was probably for the best. Leaning up against the wall of the building, he caught snippets of conversation, realizing that there were actually people inside. Hesitant, but ever curious, he stepped quietly along the wall until he came to a door, leaning closer to listen in to the conversation.