The old woman behind the desk looks shocked. "Yes, of course." As she is looking through another book, and rummaging through a drawer full of keys, Zanthia comes hurrying down the stairs, fastening her cloak on the way. A tall man wearing a green tabard bearing the circle of the guild meets her at the bottom. "Your carriage is ready."
The hall is a bustle of activity, Earth Weavers and civilians alike running in a somewhat organized chaos. The tall man seems to be directing it all.
The old woman hands keys bearing numbers to both Talon and Tengu. "Quarters are on the second floor, as always. When your friend gets here, we'll give him a room them too. Please remember to return the keys before you leave the city." She scratches their names into the smaller book.
Zanthia is about to rush past, but notices the two of them standing there. "Tengu! Talon! What happened? Where are the others? I'm on my way to meet the Archmage, so talk fast."