[center]Wodran hurried off in a calmly manner east of the townsquare, the long robes could barely impede his tall stature, he was afterall more used than most to such attire from the days of wearing them back in the elven enclave. Speaking of which, he was reminded how the city felt so artificial, blocky even - too much stone and dead wood, compared to the lushness of home, even if there were spots of greenery here and there for folks like him. He soon came to rest eyes upon his objective, another man in robes of a different kind without the mask, non-chalantly leaning back against the wall with thick folded arms - observing what few people were loitering right outside the Guild Hall.

Quickly walking up to him, Wodran placed a set of long slender fingers on those shoulders. Feeling the odd texture of wood ...or maybe leather, underneath the fabric. Though it seemed fitting that he would wear some armor, this 'K' seemed the type afterall. [i][color=c4df9b]"Madame Lucia has requested your pressence."[/color][/i] He said to the man, not that he was expecting a reply exactly.

[i][color=a2d39c]"...found anything?"[/color][/i] The man he spoke to shook his head, Wodran felt a pang of disappointment. [i][color=a2d39c]"She said that you would be interested to hear her."[/color][/i] K gave him an understanding nod before he pushed himself off the wall and started to take slow steps away from the scene. Then he looked at the doors of the establishment, pointing two fingers at his eyes then at the entrance before glancing towards Wodran.

[color=c4df9b]"Very well, but don't dally. It zis ungentlemen to keep le madame waiting."[/color] Wodran chided, slightly uptight.

K rolled his eyes ever so slightly then gave a couple of quick, tiny nods to pacify him, it was no secret that the half-elf had a thing or two for the woman. Much as he tried to hide it under his constant prim and proper behaviour, but the way he always seemed so urgent whenever it came to anything pertaining to Lucia gave it away to everyone.

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Soon Lucia came to see a farmiliar face on a man pushing past the crowd, he stopped a few feet short of her and looked at the sign board she held. The quizzical expression upon him was soon replaced with a rare condescending smile for only the briefest of moments, [i]ah how the mighty have fallen[/i]. [/center]