Quanil wanted to participate when they'd seen the notice, and had hemmed & hawed a bit before taking a deep breath and realizing that they'd have to, at some point, let the provost know they were coming to Torchline.
So they went straight up to him with their pack on their back and their staff in their hand. They'd wait their turn patiently, letting him deal with others first, before giving a bow of greeting and murmuring a polite, "Good evening, Guildmaster."
Then off to the tables to secure a seat to make lanterns. Not scurrying, no, no, of course not, they had nothing to be ashamed of, they had every right to be here, really. They were just getting straight to the business of the event, that's all. Really. Not at all worried about what Provost Jigano Silversmith would say about their being in Torchline.
So they went straight up to him with their pack on their back and their staff in their hand. They'd wait their turn patiently, letting him deal with others first, before giving a bow of greeting and murmuring a polite, "Good evening, Guildmaster."
Then off to the tables to secure a seat to make lanterns. Not scurrying, no, no, of course not, they had nothing to be ashamed of, they had every right to be here, really. They were just getting straight to the business of the event, that's all. Really. Not at all worried about what Provost Jigano Silversmith would say about their being in Torchline.
