[center][color=a0410d][b]Eadoin Kyros[/b][/color][/center]

Eadoin glanced over at the man who walked by without a care to the Butler, it was obvious the Butler hadn't been strictly informed as to who to expect by now, leaving both Eadoin and the fellow next to him standing like a couple spare pricks at the doorstep.

Eadoin sighed and and muttered under his breath:

[color=a0410d]"Fuck it then . . ."[/color]

He then followed after the younger man, calmly pushing past the Butler. He couldn't help but think he'd seen that young man somewhere before, but couldn't place him. They'd never met personally, he knew that much, his features just looked strangely familiar. 

Either way, Eadoin followed the path up through the wealthy manor house, and into the dining room where he stopped in the thresh hold and looked over at everyone. Most of them he didn't recognize, save Malcador simply by his face matching the wanted posters he'd seen previously. He then simply leaned himself up against the wall near the table, and removed his pack, leaning it next to him.

[color=a0410d]"Eadoin Kyros, here about the job offer."[/color]