The man scritched his head as he flipped the flyer over to look at the image, then at the captured Vilo. "Figures they'd make this difficult." He finally resigned to the logic that the halfling had offered. "Only in Malchandeux would there be<em>two</em>halflings like this." He wandered over to a nearby table that seemed to have most of his equipment upon it. "I<em>thought</em>catching you off-guard like that was too easy to have been some test for guild entry." From the cluster he plucked a black scabbard of considerable length. "Alright, get up and I'll cut you free. Sorry about the mix-up."<br/><br/>The room they were in was incredibly devoid of any particular attitude but at the same time seemed nice, normal even. As though they were in a guest room or at one of the nicer, not so posh-posh inns.