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A radiant smile filled up his features. "Most excellent, Sir! Come, and I will-..." It was then that he noticed that there were even MORE people in the room. Quite the head count actually! 6...and they just opened the door this morning! He knew that the Guild was going to be successful, but this was already exceeding his expectations! His eyes became glossy for a moment, and he sucked a breath in to puff out his chest in pride.

Then a young man came to bow in front of him. A wizard he said. Magic was not his strong suit in the least, so this was a boone. "Griffon of Triknos, you're skills will be most welcome here. I'm glad to make your acquaintance." He gestured with his hand that the mage was free to rise from his supplicated position.

His silvery eyes now moved to land on the knight. A man after his own heart! Living by the sword with honor! "The crown accepts, Sir Calvin. Warrior Medic, you say?" His fingers moved to rest on his chin for a moment. "I had not considered the necessity of medical personnel, but you seem to have reminded me! I shall be speaking to your further on the subject, good sir."

Nextly, he addressed the blacksmith, and his tone became all business. "Bardious Cain, you are going to find your hands quite full, it seems. I'm going to require examples of your work for my inspection. If I find your skills satisfactory, your acceptance will be immediate." He finished with a curt smile and tilt of his head.

There were two females that were also in the room. Thank goodness, he was starting to think that the Guild would be filled with nothing BUT men. He didn't want things to be non-diversified here. One looked....well, feral, for lack of a better word. As she had not yet come to address him he would not approach her. It wouldn't be proper. However, one of them did come forward and began gesturing with her hands. She pointed at herself, and he nodded his understanding. Then to her throat. "Oh, you cannot speak." The broach was presented and he leaned over to inspect it. "You're a Lorinth physician?" He looked up at her face, his look crestfallen. That was rather impressive. Unable to speak, but bore the mark of a qualified healer. Wonderful, what a story of triumph she must have to tell, but the tragedy of her being unable to tell it! It was almost enough to make him flush.

"Your abilities will be most needed. Sir Calvin! Come make the acquaintance of..." He paused for a moment, how could he find out her name? "What is your name, miss? I could get you paper, you could write it down for us! GRETA! I NEED PAPER AND A PEN THIS INSTANT!" He took up the mute girl's hand in one of his own and gently patted it with the other. "Some may treat you as lesser because of your inability to speak but you shall not find such cruelty in my hall." He declared passionately before using his free hand to gesture towards the Warrior Medic. "Sir Calvin is also of the healing persuasion so you two can work together to care for all of our fellow Guildsmen....GRETA!!!"