The dwarven master seemed pleased with Stephanie's quick acceptance of the ale, and he even went so far as to wink a bushy eyebrow her way.  His grin grew as the sisters spoke, but he seemed to try to be restraining himself as the sisters talked.  He audibly swallowed nervously when Stephanie mentioned three parts of them getting hard.  Then he quickly pulled his mug to his mouth, drinking from his mug.  A mistake when only a few moments later she added on that watchers would need to join in.  That comment sent the black beareded dwarf into a spluttering fit while he sprayed foam across his tunic and desk.  His own randyness tempered quickly by the surprise and sudden resurgance of his dwarven sense of decorum.  He quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve and tried to stammer something out as he continued to cough slightly.  Dawn felt safe knowing that her own reaction to the strong spiced beer had been hidden, from the dwarf at least, by his own reaction.<br/><br/>Finally he seemed to compose himself and nodded at Dawn's request, sliding his own personal pen and ink set towards them across the desk.  Two very finely crafted, but stout and sturdy pens sat lodged in the well of fine grain sand, sand which could be used to blot extra ink or dry it quickly when a note was done.  In addition the ink was of a superb quality, contained in an octagonal glass ink well.  He gestured to them, and attempting to reclaim his slight hit to his pride at the sputtering a moment before he laughed somewhat nervously and said,<strong>"Of course, that just means that I get to enjoy your company a little bit longer." </strong>He hesitated and said,<strong>"If uh... there's anything that you think doesn't apply to you, uh... just go ahead and leave it blank."</strong><br/><br/>The forms themselves were fairly basic.  They had several questions regarding where the applicant could be found living in the city, or at least how to contact them if needed.  It asked about their experience, though since the explorers league ran both brothels as well as expeditions out into the wilds, that space could be interpreted two ways.  What sorts of skills the applicant thought they had that would be of value to the guild had a large blank space.  Finally there was a spot on the bottom that said if the applicant had anything else they would like added, to please do so on the back of the paper.<br/><br/>He was quick to offer Stephanie a refill if it looked like her mug was getting to the half way point or lower, but otherwise chatted lightly about the founding of Laelith and how the Explorers League grew out of a need to find skilled adventurers that could be trusted, and for a place for said adventurers to congregate where they knew they could find work.  Ultimately it wasn't much that the sisters either didn't already know, or would have assumed.  But he did mention his grandfather Dwalin again, stating he was one of the original founding members of the reclaimed city.  That he'd been here in one of the first waves, and had participated in many of the battles that had allowed people to begin coming in more and more in force.  Until finally a bad injury and his age caught up with him and he retired to run the Split Pig tavern.<br/><br/>When he stood up to collect their papers, the sisters couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants.  Dwarven men were shorter than half elves of course.  But they were stocky, and the general rumor was that while their height was less than a human's their width was around the same, and those same proportions often translated to how well they came equipped.  Though, while elven men and women had no hair on their bodies below their eyebrows, and half even men and women rarely did, dwarves were often quite hirsute, and seemingly as proud of their body hair as they were of their beards.  All in all, it did make the sisters wonder.<br/><br/>Flint took their papers and sprinkled a little sand over them, treating them almost reverently, a direct contrast to the quality of the paper.  It was almost as if he sensed these two might be special members and not the standard adventurer coming to Laelith seeking a quick fortune.  "You know," he said slowly as he looked over the papers,<strong>"I don't have anything at this exact moment.  But I do occasionally get a job that requires a bit more... ah... grace than the average explorer.  If I read you right and you're willing to use your feminine charms, I may have the perfect type of job for you in the near future."</strong><br/><br/>He looked up and swallowed almost nervously before saying,<strong>"That is as long as I understand correctly and you're willing to twin your skills as a mage and a melee with your... uh..." </strong>He waved his hand in the air in a circular motion as if searching for the right way to say it.  His face blushing a deeper red before he finally spat out,<strong> "...your skills in the bedrolls."</strong>He looked down at the papers as his face went even redder and said,<strong>"Every so often we get someone from the mainland who wants to hire guards for an expedition as well as a 'comfort girl' to accompany them.  Seems like you could charge a commanding price if you sold yourselves as offering both services.  I mean, it's obvious with armor like that,"</strong>he gestured to Stephanie's fine mithril mail,<strong>"That you're no simple doxy after all.  Don't know the crafter just by the look, seems maybe elvish?  But the metal's mithril, an that comes from Ar Kanton's mines, I'm sure.  An not cheap to be certain.  No one worth their salt would look at a woman wearing that and think she was just a whore play actin at being skilled.</strong><br/><br/>It was a start and it seemed that there was no worry about being 'accepted' into this guild.  The combination of the girl's beauty, suggestions, and obvious talent had been all they needed to gain entry into this guild it seemed.  Of course that did bring up the matter of the mages guild, and the fact that Master D'nai was waiting for his tablet.  A tablet that a certain half orc had in his possession upstairs.