[h3][center]Loran[/center][/h3]
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Rubbing at the spot he was elbowed, Loran gave a small snicker at Ezlan’s words, that’s a matchup he wouldn’t be apposed to seeing, before turning his attention back to the matter at hand as they stepped through the final door. 

At the sight of the office’s interior, Loran couldn’t help but give a low whistle in appreciation, it was impressive to say the least, he’s also positive that that is the largest collection of books he’s seen together in his whole life. He must look a right sight in comparison, all soaked and barefooted, subtly putting his arms behind his back so that the boots still dangling in his one hand won’t be so glaringly obvious, he hoped that the Guild Master, or well…Mistress, won’t hold his appearance against him too much. Speaking of the woman, she immediately had his full attention the second that she started speaking.

It was hard to hide his annoyance when Ezlan interrupted her in favour of talking about some kind of rum inside that cabinet. Rolling his eyes, he couldn’t help but give a scoff, all that trouble for some alcohol? If he wanted a drink he’d just have a bottle of his brother’s brew, and he most likely wouldn’t almost lose an arm to get it either. Nodding in agreement at Erevan and Eomer's words, he fidgeted slightly. This would be his first big assignment from the guild, he just wishes that people would stop interrupting so that the Guild Master could actually give it to them.