[Quiet Man Cometh]

Syrgei somersaults into the hall shortly behind Tsaerri; shortly after Dan's cry of fury and hail of bullets. One ricochets off the stone just behind the thief.

"Sounds like Dan is taking care of that." He looks at Tsaerri as she's walking. "You're just leaving? We're suppose to at least act like we're escorting our sponsor, though he certainly seems to be enjoying himself."

***

Meleron looked up at the Guild office entrance. “Synod of Gods…feh.” She stalked up to the front door and pushed it open, looking about the hall for whomever it was she was supposed to meet. Few members, ambitious leader, easy enough to get in: Step one of breaking the racial divide. If these undead really are the threat they appear to be, I’ll go along with this.