Konnor grins. "Great! I won't be late. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go talk to that warforged fellow inside before they forcibly dismantle him for asking too many intelligent questions..." He sketches another quick bow, then heads back inside at a fast walk, but turns around after a couple steps.

"By the way, my name's Konnor Greystaff of Fairhaven - see ya tomorrow, bright an' early!"

He then goes back into the meeting hall, looking for the warforged he brushed past on the way out.

No kidding - if he keeps up that level of political and strategic interrogation they're likely to throw him out, at the very least!