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Smiling widely as the Guild Master finished relaying their mission, Loran gave the woman a bow, “Count on us, Ma’am!” before following after Erevan and leaving the office in favour of heading towards the hall. He was really truly excited. They were going to help banish bandits! Just wait until his brothers hear about this! And the members of the party that were present looks like they know what they’re doing, slight case of alcohol on the brain not counted, all in all, he’s looking forward to working with them!

On the way out, the party spotted the bear of a man from earlier seemingly blocking the path of a tiefling woman. Loran was intrigued. He has often heard stories of tieflings throughout his life, most painted a rather unflattering picture to be honest, but he has never met or even seen one in person until this very moment. The possibility that this may even be their missing party member was all the encouragement he needed and before common sense could get in the way he opened his mouth.

“Blimey, you’re a tiefling ain’t you? Never met one a you afore, got ta say though, you aint near as evil-looking as all them stories make ye out ta be. Tis probly not true that ya kin breath fire either, right? This bloke, Allan back were I’m from, he’s always rantin bout seeing a tiefling take down a forest with just a breath. ‘Course I always told him tha I thought that’s a right load o nonsense, he was rather fond a my brother’s special brew you see, but I’d owe him a right big one if it turns out ta be true. Been calling him delusional for nothin if tha's the case.”

Completely ignoring the guild officer(or having possibly just forgotten about him) he leaned forward slightly and gave her a grin.

“Can’t say that I ever saw red eyes afore. Do all tieflings have em? They’re a right sight.”