Iolian the Fire Soul
Iolian grins at Rosealinde.
"Don't worry lovely, I have no intention of embarrassing this fine guild. If I did, I'd hardly have gone through the stuffy eladrin's training regimen now, would I?"
He twirls his staff in a flashy motion.
"Anyways, might as well have a drink while we decide on our first mission. If you're brewing up a peppermint tea, I'll take a glass."
He heads over to check out the requests board while Rosealinde makes the tea.