[hr][center][h1][color=A0522D]Rowan[/color][/h1][/center][hr][center]| [@13org] | [@Jerkchicken] | [/center]
While Mr. Cullen took Kumiko’s jab at the merchants with his usual bit of indecorous laughter, Rowan would unsurprisingly find her insistence towards forcing them out the old fashioned way to be altogether less amusing, a small groan when she mentioned it the second time. “[color=A0522D]You made the right call this time, but don’t let it go to your head. If nothing else, I expect you to tell the difference between people who can be reasoned with, and troublemakers who won’t listen unless you [i]make[/i] them listen,[/color]” he admonished, by now knowing just what she’s capable of when it comes to the foolish and disorderly who find their way to the guild on occasion.

The guildmaster would immediately hold up his hand to keep either of them from interrupting him before he continued. “[color=A0522D]Even so, I can’t blame you for getting restless. Once all this pest control is over and done with, I’ll see about wrangling up a job worth loaning your expertise to,[/color]” Rowan conceded a tad, his expression letting her know he was both genuine and at the same time not about to budge further than that.

To her quip just before she moved for the door, Mr. Cullen would smile widely and raise his coffee mug appreciatively. “Not a problem, my dear. I’m never so busy that I can’t make time for you, (chuckles),” he jested before taking a big swig.

After Kumiko opened the door to leave, there’d be an assistant who’d peek his head in and address the guildmaster. “Um, sir? There's a guard representative here. I believe she’s here to see you.”

Rowan would languidly lift himself to his feet at that, picking up the complaints and other paperwork in either arm. “[color=A0522D]Only the one, huh? Suppose my time in here is at an end regardless,[/color]” he said, making sure Isaac was following his lead. Far be it from him to let the old man take up a whole room by himself.

In mere moments, the Guildmaster would emerge from the room, handing off the clipboard and documents to the aforementioned assistant before stepping toward the tables of the second story balcony, the pile of merchant demands still under under his arm when he recognized Meche’s uniform and approached. “[color=A0522D]If you’re here, I doubt it’s for the coffee. If it’s a private meeting you’re after, step into my office... though I suggest you make this quick,[/color]” the spoke frankly, taking to the usual drill when dealing with official village correspondence.

Prior to leading the officer to his office, he’d turn to Kumiko one more time if she was nearby. “[color=A0522D]Looks like I’ll be preoccupied for the time being. See to it that we’re not disturbed... [i]in as civilly a manner as possible[/i], if it isn’t too much trouble,[/color]” he suggested with a wary lift of his eyebrow.

Lowering his hand into the pouch at his waist would produce a rather garish gold key, with which he’d unlock the broad ornate double doors which unmistakably distinguished his office. Rowan patiently opened one of the doors for the woman, after which he himself proceeded inside, slamming the door shut before Isaac could weasel his way in. “[i]Drat…![/i]” 

“[color=A0522D]Don’t mind that. Have a seat and say what you came here to say,[/color]” the man told Meche in reference to one of the two chairs standing in front of a large desk. Behind it was a more distinguished armchair, one that Rowan sat down on before lowering his elbows on his work station, the new stack of papers being set to the side. His hands calmly folding together as he listened to her state her business.