This was far from Wilben's first time Chrana. It was a bustling city in a bustling region, thousands moving in and out of it every day. Wilben had visited more than a few times for many reasons: meeting investors, picking through local markets, and scouting the competition to name a few - though for that last part, of course none came close to his perfect vision, [i]Le Paradis.[/i] Coincidentally, [i]Le Paradis[/i] was the reason the Gnome was there now. When his kitchen staff brought a certain advertisement to his attention, he'd thought that it would be a good opportunity to push his business to true world stardom. After all, if it's owner was part of some famous crew touring the world, wouldn't that bring in a lot people hoping to get a glimpse of said crew? Of course, once these star chasers tasted the menu, well, that would be that. New regulars. The plan made perfect sense to him. 

	The chef had arrived in the capital late last night and spent not even a single moment outside of his hotel room until the dawn came and he was refreshed and ready to meet with the city's guildmaster. After taking some time to double check his appearance ([i]wouldn't want to look sloppy in a business meeting, however informal![/i]), Wilben was off through the bazaar and towards the guildhall. Now, it was common knowledge that Gnomes were a small people. Wilben was no exception. At a normal pace it would probably take a Gnome twice the amount of time it would take a Human to get to the same place. Wilben did not walk at a normal pace. His ego was larger than life, and he took bold strides - which had him crashing into a lot of legs just trying to make it through the crowd. 

	[color=7FFFD4]"Ugh, get out of the [i]way![/i]"[/color] he grumbled, physically shoving any poor soul that happened to be standing in his path. The bazaar was a sea of humans - and not-so-humans - yelping and looking down at their feet. It was a trail of bruised knees and stepped on toes right up to the guild's door, when someone snatched Wilben by the back of his jacket and lifted him into the air.

	"Yer bein' [i]awful[/i] rude, don'cha think?" The man that grabbed him was nearly as wide as he was tall, with a scar or three on each of his muscular arms. The ruffian looked Wilben up and down, taking in all three feet of him, and snorted. The Gnome just crossed his arms. "It's obvious you ain't from around here. In Chrana we do things a certain--"

	[color=7FFFD4]"Stop,"[/color] Wilben interrupted, raising a hand in front of the man's face who blinked in genuine surprise. [color=7FFFD4]"I have somewhere to be, so I will pay you five hundred gold right now to fuck off. Deal?"[/color]

	[i]"What--"[/i]

	It was clear that Wilben's would-be captor was getting angry, so the chef wiggled out of his grip and mustered all the strength in his little body to deliver a kick right to the man's shin. As he howled in pain, Wilben went right through the guild's doors. Not his problem the guy didn't know a sweet deal when he heard it.

	Straightening his coat, Wilben ducked under an unruly but ultimately friendly couple of gents and halfway towards the counter he paused seeing a crowd there. [color=7FFFD4]"Great,"[/color] he sighed. No one liked waiting in line. He hadn't had to wait in a [i]line[/i] since - wait, who said he had to? He was Wilben Felpip Oventamer![indent][h3][color=7FFFD4][i][b]"Ahem!"[/b][/i][/color][/h3][/indent]
	The rather loud clearing of his throat quietened the guildhall for just a few moments before it roared back to life again, people chatting, singing, fighting and swapping rumors. The guild's master raised a brow, a humorous smile tugging at his lips as he nodded his head toward the side to indicate a hallway. An invitation of sorts, Wilben supposed. That was good, clearly his reputation preceded him.

	Without further ado the Gnome turned and headed towards the meeting area, a room tucked away towards the back of the guild. He knew he'd found the right place when he'd found a room that wasn't totally empty nor filled to the brim with gung-ho adventurers. The room's sole occupant was a human man with shaggy dark hair. He couldn't say he'd every seen the man before, but after a while a lot of humans started to look the same. This one in particular sort of looked like a hobo. [sub][color=7FFFD4]"Books and covers, Felpip,"[/color][/sub] Wilben muttered to himself, looking away from the man and climbing into one of the chairs.