Removing his helmet and allowing his sword arm to sweep forward, with an open hand Depuceler announces, "Why yes I do you good sir.  I am an honest sword looking for employ.  Doing respect to the guild I have come here to make sure I follow their rules for this fair city and openly acknowledge their authority here.  I would like to speak with the appropriate man in charge of said pursuits."  Handing both the guards a gil he says, "Here good men, have a drink on me and any helpful advice you might have would be most appreciated."<br/><br/>"We try the way these guild leeches want first.  Gods I hate those fat bastards that run these things.  The last fight they had with a blade was on a leg of mutton.", he thinks to himself.<br/><br/>"Nice weather we are having lately," he says brightly with a smile.<br/><br/>"The really dumb ones are at the door.  They can't be trusted to walk the street to come back with an apple.", he muses silently.<br/><br/>"Oh, and very fresh meade just came into port this morning.  Do make sure you get yourself some."