"Anything but," Durwith snorted, "I'm sure it will all clear up by the time you're ready, m'boy! And I promise I'll be there to see you out!" Lorges nodded silently and sat back down at their table. Durwith noted Felix's distraction though, and couldn't help an unsatisfying bubble rise in his throat. The little Dwarf let out a mighty burp, jostling his dual war hammers, and nearly tossing himself off of his chair. Some Dwarves were prone to such... Rude gestures whenever they were nervous, happy, excited, or.. Well, feeling anything at all, really. Lorges snickered and pounded the table, waving over one of the waiters with his stubby little hand.

	The masked man from earlier looked to be turned around, almost as if he was lost. To the left, and to the right, his less-than-threatening 5-foot posture twisted, just barely peeking over the short Dwarves that flooded the Guild hall like rats, until he noticed Felix, fixating his own feverishly narrow eyes on the boy, for longer than what most would deem [i]comfortable.[/i] The strange man's pale composure turned completely towards the table where Durwith and Lorges sat, and with small, meticulous steps, the stranger made his way towards him. The closer he got, the more apparent it became that he was not from any of the surrounding kingdoms. His apparel was strange, far too strange for any human from the Northwestern kingdom. His vest looks as if it was fused to his skin, revealing the bottom half of his abdominal muscles, and the upper sections of his chest. His pants on the other hand, were outright unsettling. Chain mail? No, the metal wasn't jostled or making a single sound. The white, almost silver-like fabric that seemed to hold it together, looked more like an extension of his [i]skin,[/i] with the chain-like patterns criss-crossing in and out of his leg muscles. Nothing about the man was normal. Even his slicked back hair, white as the clouds in the sky, lacked any [i]definition.[/i] It was more like a helmet than anything. Durwith noted his approach as the strange man grew closer, finding himself in the same spot as Felix when his truly alien design made itself apparent. Lorges didn't pay much attention to anything, though.

	"Besides, I'm sure the rogues would have quite the difficult time dealing with your swordsmanship, Felix," Durwith spat, trying to pull his attention way from the peculiar man. But within moments, yet another strange visitor made himself apparent near the entrance... Or was it.. Another? He looked exactly the same as the first, from the snow-white hair, to the peculiar garb and concealing mask. Durwith swallowed hard and looked for the guild master, who was nowhere to be found.