With the last man ahead of him stepping out through the door, Vilon made a quick stride past two guards wearing the same blue cloaks he'd seen at the gate, though these two seemed a great deal more invested in trading jests with one another than in actually guarding anything.
As Vilon pushed the door open, he was greeted by a man seated behind a wooden desk, a great spread of paper laid out before him. The man was too absorbed scratching away with his quill to look up at first, and only did so once Vilon had shut the door behind him and offered a greeting of his own. He was not a big man, nor a tall one, with short black hair and a long, pinched face that seemed built for looking down noses at people, even people considerably taller than himself.
