After finishing up at the ShadyLady, the stalwart crew that disposed of the threat of Balar now regroup in the guild, after arranging rooms.

Argis sits by himself, in a corner where he can watch everyone in the room.  He absently tosses his dagger up in the air every so often, catching it by the hilt (most of the time).  At one point he does miss, narrowly avoiding the blade, and the dagger clatters to the floor.  He scowls, and puts it in it's scabbard, then starts flipping a copper instead.

In reply to Aegis (msg # 2):

The server with the brass knuckles who works for the ogrekin approaches.
" What's up Aegis?"

Darius sat close by, his staff leaning against the wall besides him. He was scribbling something in a small journal; those who'd come closer would see spidery writing and sketched maps. As the server approached Aegis, he spared a small glance upwards, but was soon writing again and only listened in with half an ear.

In reply to Darius Kopaki (msg # 4):

"Are you folks looking for something that needs a little discretion, maybe?"

“I’m already bored.  Let’s do another job.”

Dne relaxes, but keeps one bird eye open.  He also likes to keep an eye on his chums.

In reply to Madeline (msg # 5):

"I can be discreet. Not sure about the others though."