[Quiet Man Cometh]

Syrgei walked down the hall following his meeting with the new guild’s leader. She reminded him of Logan, somewhat, but a little less...tense. He had been up early, so the messenger’s knock on the door hadn’t woken him up as it appeared to have the dainty woman he passed in the hall. He might not have noticed her at all falling just below his usual line of sight as she did, but her near palpable personality made her hard to miss. She was probably tougher than she looked.

He thought back over the meeting. Escorting the rich around Tyria wasn’t exactly what he’d signed up for, but if he could be of some use along the way then he supposed he was up for it. Besides, getting paid in coins was certainly cleaner than collecting bounties on centaur hooves, though not half as exciting.

Not that centaurs were particularly exciting anymore, either. He smiled to himself. Perhaps there is a reason to be here.

Back in his room he shrugged on his coat and strapped his daggers to his hip without thinking, accustomed as he was to wearing them. He was supposed to meet the others in the guild hall foyer. He had plenty of time, and made sure the gears on his short bow were in working order before slipping that over his back. He’d yet to find a problem with Asura technology, complicated as it could be, but he checked anyway.

As it was, he was the first one there. With no immediate company and no idea how long he would be waiting for the others, he reclined on the flat banister of the Guild Hall entry.