Kalar turned to look at the little boy in blue, who had crashed into the guild. He had walked up to the counter, looking at the old man sitting on the counter top, holding a mug of beer. He called for Father, asking to join in the guild. Kalar slapped his forehead at the sight of the boy's courage and stupidity. The old man was simply a statue of the third guild master, commemorated for his long service. However, the boy had to be sure of himself if he were to have had done this. 

Walking up slowly as to not make a racket like before, he slid up to the boy. He looked down and bent down to reach his ear. 

"That is not him. Yes, it looks so life-like, but that is just a statue. He is currently up on the second floor. However, do not go up there! Only those with S-Rank can go up there," Kalar whispered to him. "Follow me. He will come down when need be." 

Walking towards the Star Child, he pulled another seat behind him. What he never noticed is how he was not affected by the beer in the entire time he walked to the boy. That was not a good sign.