Kayden almost snorted, letting out a small chuckle at Allard's suggestion. Not that it wasn't serious or unwarranted, granted. But it seemed like any other day Hobnob would be acting up and a newcomer wouldn't question them for being malevolent, but instead sane. "Well Allard, I won't lie to you. The nature of this Guild was built on those who were good at doing jobs with blades without having many questions asked on their methods. However, this is a legitimate Guild of the city of Starkvale, and we are bound by its laws just as any man or woman is. I'm not a criminal, and while some of our teammates might have once been so, they are now members of this guild. Does that sound good to you?" 

Just then, Virgil the older sellsword waltzed in. Trousers and tunic fit for relaxing, not having gotten a new job just yet. His handlebar mustache and weathered face belied the fit frame and energy that still burned in his eyes. "Morning" he said with his customary drawl. He gave a nod to the newcomer, Allard. "Hobnob, how's the project going?" he asked, setting down. Little did any of them know, a new job was just heading towards the door. 
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Secret seemed far too amused at this stuttering Skayleigh, but before she could speak, the Gnomish doctor grabbed her attention. She was savvy enough to see the larger Half Elf making his escape, but she decided that was not her concern at the moment. She bent down to hear him, then lifted herself up top her full height once his request had been heard. "Indeed I am. A purveyor of information that others might not want me to find out, at your service...as long as I am paid for my efforts. What might I do for you my diminutive friend?" 

Meanwhile, Morek was just striding out with the food wrapped up in cloth for Secret and Nuva. "Oi, no need to be impatient." the oft silent Dwarf said at the doorway. Behind him, huge shelves of ale, wine, and foodstuffs towered over the Dwarf and even Nuva, with stout chests lining the walls, and various weapons and items of odd make hanging from the stone. It looked like a small chasm wrought within the mountain this Fortress had been built upon. The Dwarf handed him his food, and then gave him the wine as well. "Hand that to the Elf." 
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