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An uneasy air breezed through the room, tension building, stress and adrenaline coursing through their systems. As eager as he was to draw his hidden blade, Eomer hesitated, knowing that any sign of aggression would be playing into their hands and turn their party into the antagonisers. After all, who would the settlement guards trust more, local heroes protecting their home or some ragtag band of mercenary types?

"This is why you don't make good as the person to lead in situations like this" Eomer said calmly, slowly walking towards Ezlan. "You need to read the room more before you react" he finished. Any other time Eomer would have relished the opportunity to show up Ezlan doing something stupid, but being in a room of armed men does kind of make you put aside petty rivalry. Turning quick on his heel he turned to face the man who he assumed had spoken, the wealthy looking man in blue. It made sense, in his mind at least, that the one in charge would be the wealthiest.

"For who we are it shouldn't matter as we are here out of courtesy and politeness, however due to the fact it appears we may have wandered into what is a guild outpost, along with the fact that you're all holding some rather dangerous weapons" he added a gentle smile, a poor attempt to try to break down some of the tension, but an attempt nonetheless. "I guess it is only right for us to oblige. The six of us," he paused momentarily to glance at his comrades, and lifted an arm in their direction to further illustrate his point, "well, 5 and a half at least, were sent by our guild master in Gallant to seek Dagston, and to ask his permission to work a job inside his territory". Eomer took another few paces, this time closer to the man in blue. "We are not here to fight, do you not think if we were I would have left my weapon on your doorstep as an act of peace? The only thing I carry on my person currently is a dull utility dagger, barely useful for cutting meat, let alone a person".

His heart continued to flutter wildly in his chest, he met the gaze of each of the six men in turn, hoping to at least something he had said appealed to their humanity. If not... well, Eomer would have to very quickly come to terms with the fact one of the other guild's members was planning to turn him into a Badlander kebab, or was considering tenderising him for further meal prep later.