"Evil wizard?!" A voice boomed from up above. Another well-dressed man had stopped in is tracks, looking over the railing of a balcony that followed the second story perimeter. Yes, even the banister seemed to have fallen prey to the prevalent theme, every three feet or so a delicately carved woman posed holding up the beam. The man was young and taller than average. Sharp features made one think of a raven when looking at him. Short bits of tar black hair jutted from his scalp.<br/><br/>He pushed his fingers through his hair as he made for the stairs. "I hope the townspeople didn't tell you too many stories like that." He didn't seem to be focusing directly at Viloet, or even at her chest as he descended and moved to sit at a couch opposite the small woman. "The way they go on about me you'd think I burned down an orphanage." Where upon he finally did settle his eyes upon the curvy halfling. "Geoffery tells me you're responding to the notice I had put up," he extended a hand across the table. "You may have guessed, but I'm Terrance."