[b][u]E Z L A N[/u][/b]
[color=Gray][i]At the guild[/i][/color]

Ezlan, not one to usually follow orders, slowly made his way back towards the door in his own time. A poor compromise at best. Meanwhile he began to hold his own growing opinions and questions of his guild mates standings as things continued to proceed. He could feel the early tell tale signs of tension and the likely hood for confrontation forming as his own disdain began to surface.

He didn’t know how to act around a lady of such position and power, she was not like the usual rabble he would engage with. This uncertain territory both excited and terrified him. He cared little for the details of their task or the others concerns. He would happily oblige and fumble his way through it best he could, what did occur to him was the fleeting moment soon to pass for him to make an impression, time that was steadily getting consumed by his lousy comrades greed.

“Eh, good lady and the guild will be true to their word and as always.” He boldly interrupts. “[b][i]if[/i][/b] you come back I’m sure our esteemed leader will make sure you are fairly compensated.” Ezlan ensures Eomer, something subtle and sinister slipping into his voice as he places a heavy hand on the mans shoulder and gestures to the lady sitting across from them.
“Now have some faith and pride brother. You are a guild member of the great shield brethren not some desperate lowly sell sword.”
The words, actions and pride within them, while exaggerated, at least sounded good and true. An almost quite believable display.

“Now, my lady, onto more pressing matters...” Ezlan says, moving from Eomer, simultaneously disregarding him and his business. A seriousness took his face, his brows furrowing and eyes growing dark as he leant over the desk, his weight pouring heavily into his hands.
“Now, you can’t really rely on that elf for authentication. He’d lose his legs on the mere fumes and we’d be none the wiser.” He proclaims.
“But yourself.” ... Ezlan pauses in contemplation as he stands back up and eyes the guild master. Quickly looking her over, he brings a hand to his chin as if to pronounce his thoughts. In a deep rough decided voice he announces his findings. “hmm I bet you know your way around a drink, maybe two if there’s more meat to those bones than apparent” He teased, slyly trying to bait her before continuing on. “But alas words alone can not take the place of experience, it would be a much more educational learning if you would allow me to accompany you with it.”

A wide flashy confident grin would be the last she saw of his face, for now at least. Knowing when to quit, argument made, he didn’t wait for a rebuttal. Suddenly Ezlan had spun on the spot and was halfway out the door. Moving quite nimbly for a large man. “When I return.” He called back over his shoulder as he went to watch the growing confrontation in the main hall. Never looking back.

While others sought to de-escalate the situation, Ezlan could only watch on with hopes and desires for the exact opposite. He searched the situation madly for any chance, opportunity or reason for it to become otherwise.