Guild offices take two.
Sederic sighs and leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. He looks between the two men quizzically, trying to place his thoughts in order over the bickering of Miekka.
"You know, a day, hell, even a minute without your constant bickering would be a delight words could barely capture. The minute i figure out how to silence you, believe me, i wont even say goodbye," he says, weariness evident in his eyes, irritability setting in.
"I can force entry into some doors and such, but i fear its a limited ability. And as far as having a literate shevnian with us, we could poasibly avoid that if we can get the materials up here that we wish translated."
He pulls his quiver and sheath from his back and rests them between his legs, running his fingers over Mika's hilt as if anxious.