Charles<br/><br/>"Well, then, thank you for your time," he says, bowing and retreating, not too quickly, heading back outside, to think in the open air. That didn't go terribly well. He had no intention of actually joining the guard... that was antithesis to him. Looks like it was time to head back home, and start some spying on the Cheliaxans, see what he could learn and use. Or sell.<br/><br/>(Heading home, no more real work, in this district, ATM)