Laosin drummed his fingers on the old worn-down wooden desk in front of him as he leaned back in his chair.  The city buzzed above him and while he was content for the moment to play this current game, he was getting impatient to leave.  He only had one loose end to hear back from and then he could finally shed himself of this retched mundanity to return to his tower.

Intelligence had come a short while ago from his network indicating that his man was back in town and on his way to the school.  Laosin waited patiently, though rather irritated at the man’s actual appearance in town rather than just a report. The sitting room was comfortable enough, however.  The guild in Rico was quiet wealthy and generously gave their best goods for his use.  The chamber was large enough to hold a large audience; faux draperies of the highest quality decorating the three main walls, dressed up to give the appearances of windows, though everyone knew they were underground.  Steps had been built up using smooth stones to reach the erected platform that held his desk, giving him the obvious advantage.    It definitely made for effective discussions over the members.

The door opened at the opposite end of the room and the large Half-Orc Second stooped through, careful not to knock his skull.  Stepping entirely inside, he firmly closed the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest, “He’s here.” 

“Is it true?”

Krugg let out a frustrated grunt, “I believe so, sir, but the little man would not give me a straight answer.  He wants to talk directly to you.”

Laosin sat for a moment, letting the man wait before nodding to Krugg, “Let him in, and then leave us.”

Krugg raised his eyebrow, but then bowed his head and opened the door, letting in a darkly cloaked and hooded man who stepped through with a sturdy cat-like grace.  Krugg hunched over and backed out and the man turned his head to watch the door shut behind him.  It was odd.  He had never had an audience alone with Laosin before and suddenly, this didn’t seem like quiet the good idea it had at first.

He turned back around and looked up to the dais only to find the chair and desk sat empty.  Stepping further into the room, his eyes took in everything, searchingly; his ears alert for anything.  Then he saw the pillow on the floor near the stone steps and immediately knelt with one knee to the cushion.  He bowed his head, left hand on his thigh and pressed his right fist into the floor.