One of the high thieves approached Julian as he entered. Looking to the letter, he took it and carefully read it over. Upon reading the signature of the man's uncle, the high thief bowed his head slightly as he recognized the last name. "Forgive the wait, we will see you in in just a moment." He said before his partner knocked on a second oak door that lead to another room and entered with the letter. It was only a minute longer before Julian was allowed to enter. Inside the room stood an older man reading over the letter, his midnight black hair was highlighted with just a hint of grey near the temples. He was of average height and as most of the older thieves he was in good physical condition from years of physical training. His clothing was that of an average thief as well a basic long sleeved undershirt with a fabric vest like shirt over it and a pair of black fabric pants. Over his clothing he wore a cloak that concealed his weapons of choice from view. His steel gray eyes calmly looked up to his visitor.
"Greetings Mr. Syrus. To what do I owe this visit?" The man asked calmly in a deep rumbling tone. The letter had a brief explanation but the Guildmaster required more information on the man's part. While he respected Julian's uncle he was still a cautious man.
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Once Felicia heard no signs of a struggle or fight she decided that she was being overly cautious and moved back out to the tavern. Once back outside she sat down at a nearby table and put her face gently in her palm closing her eyes tiredly. It had been a long day of looking over plans and searching through notes to no avail.