Or...apparently... you can just walk right in, even breaking the door in to process. Not even skipping a beat, as soon as Allard had finished knocking the door, it was kicked out from in front of him. He recoiled a bit at the sudden impact and was surprised even more-so when he couldn't find the culprit, that is, until he looked down. Of all things to kick down that large door it was a gnome, and one with a fancy prosthetic leg at that. To increase the peculiarity even further, another gnome, assumingly the leader, casually walked in and straight for the person at the long table near the other end of the large hall. Allard noted that he sent his comrade, Tiny apparently, back out to speak privately, as to which Allard chuckled considering they had just kicked the door open and broke it while he was standing there. None the less Allard decided to respect what privacy the gnome had asked his comrade for and decided he should just wait at the now broken doorway. He leaned against the archway that the door was just ripped from. He tuned out their conversation and awaited his turn to speak, no wanting to interrupt. Instead he thought about why he was even here.

	Allard crossed his arms as he thought. It was more than just because of Mable's suggestion, he knew. He also knew the the real reason he was in this town in the first place. He became a wanderer looking for Andred troops to kill, though they were gone before he was able to find them. He fell upon this town to rest and somehow ended up staying here. Maybe it had something to do with that bar girl. Maybe he was just tired of roaming. He wasn't sure. Now, Allard is a some guild hall waiting to see if he can sign up to be a merc, something he had never saw himself doing. He kept telling himself that he was going to do it just to pay Mable and Cooke back for the years they looked out for each other, but he was sure, that if he did this he would surely be tempted into awakening the past that still haunts his memories. He wanted to make the kingdom of Andred pay. He wanted the ones responsible for the deaths of his family to die on his blade.

	Allard shook his head. It wasn't something he should be thinking about now. He looked over to Kayden to see if he was still talking to the gnome. If he was done, Allard would give him a friendly smile and quick stationary wave before heading over to introduce himself.