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The Orc was rather pleased by the flow of recruits, smiling as the Nord directed them. "Thank ye Lass... Just spared me a bit of breathe, aye, Lyra is likely in her office head into the main chamber and its the first door on the left from the entrance. Just be careful about what you touch in her office, a little spitfire that one." With that he turned and watched the horizon.

And then suddenly a lizard dropped from the trees near the entrance road and he did indeed stand up. He instantly recognized the armor, legends had been going around about this order of Nocturnal followers. But his surprise quickly turned to rage at the fact, he pulled his hammer from his back and snarled. "And who are, you damned wise-scale. And why are yous sulking about my gate?" He quickly barked. Then he heard the Lizard was looking for Lyra and he gave a large scowl. "We don't want you scaled hide around here, but your welcome to go in and get fried by the boss. Never had cooked Argonian before." The Orc said and sat back down, clearly aggravated. As he gave an intense snort.

Meanwhile within the Keep, Lyra was still preparing. Sorting through papers and few logs she had been left by the Empire before she noticed a Dunmer sitting in the keep with a bored aura about him. She called it in a lightly commanding voice. "Oi, you there, come here... I need to get you signed up!" Her voice echoed throughout the stonewalls gently, she was an Imperial and this was now Imperial property she would be as loud as she damn wanted, other races of Men or Mer for that matter where in her domain as soon as they entered her guildhall and she would show that. She was indeed, the Guildmaster, she was indeed a former Legionnaire that would likely be know by inhabitants of Skyrim and she was by birthright nobility. However, she understood that was no right to treat others with disrespect and would do her best to maintain a fair, open, welcoming Guild to all those that feel under her command. Provided that proved their worth and trustworthiness that was. She had no need for ruffians, fools, or enemy spies among her ranks. Though she doubted their would be any spies or hoped that would be true with her whole heart. Spies... Bad for business. As she waited for the Dunmer she quickly shifted through her papers, finding the ones for recruitment and sign up and laying them across the desk.