At the guild's entrance, Evin sweeps his eyes on the gathering crowd, mentally cataloguing the faces. His gaze jumps from Elun Isn't that elf a shopkeeper?, to Vanalya The healer, too? Never pegged her for a member. My instinct is slipping., and finally to Alexander And the watchman. A stick in the mud, that one, but at least he had enough balls to quit when he discovered the rottness in the system. He gives a half-smile and a nod of acknowledment to the last two. He doesn't recognize any of the others by sight, but the crowd is colorful enough.

He goes by the fireplace, leaning casually onto it. "Nicholas and Elun" he says, as if tasting the names's sound. He has a deep, pleasant voice "Vanalya" He smiles and half-bows " And Alexander, if I'm not mistaken" he makes an half-mocking salute to the ex-guard "I don't seem know any of the others. My name is Evin. A pleasure."