Stanisek Wallclimber tried to shy away from the other members of the crowd, keeping his pale green hand on his lucky weapon.  Even if the rope attached to it was tied around his waist where his belt would be, it never hurt to take precautions in this city.  This... foreign city.  Ever since leaving home, he'd learned quickly that anyone could lie to you, and he resolved to be smarter than that.  He kept his bright green eyes constantly moving, trying to catch anyone who looked like they might be moving or looking the wrong way.  And just in case, he did his best to keep his distance, while trying not to look like he was keeping his distance.<br/><br/>As he heard the King's speech, he loosened up just a little.  He even broke out in a smile.  This reminded him of his great-grandfather's circus.  He'd been trained as part of it, especially paying attention to escapology and the advanced courses set up in the ring.  When he'd been exiled, as every Ignu was, he'd figured that he could just show off a little and buy his way back home.  This guild might let him do that.  Then, however, his face fell.  It could be a trick, especially from someone who didn't show his face.  He pushed that to the back of his mind as he remembered the book and the man's reputation, but doubt always lurked at the back of his mind.<br/><br/>Stanisek walked outside with the others, re-buttoning his open vest as he stepped out into the wind and laying his hand back on his pick/grapple.  Then he started looking around.  "FORTY-FIIIIIIVE!" he called out, voice trained since birth to project and enunciate.  "GROUP FORTY-FIVE THIS WAY!"  He considered raising a hand and waving, but he could easily be towered over by the other people around, so he kept to using his voice.  "GRROUP FORTY-FIIIIIVE!"