Ceoluulf looked particularly glad to see Rygar, though he'd never say it out loud.  Sanora's reaction only seemed to catch him off guard, and the distraction of proper business would no doubt be a welcome change of pace.  The stone-faced man seemed far better suited to frank discussion than heartfelt drama.<br/><br/>If this<em>Aramil</em>wanted them for any other purpose than a job, he had no doubt in the slightest that they wouldn't have even made it past the foyer.  That didn't change the fact that every muscle in his body seemed coiled like a spring, and when he finally deigned to sit into one of the chairs his vest creaked with the effort of containing them.  If he was impressed by the lavish decor, he made no sign of it.  If anything he seemed far more focused on Aramil's unremarkable face, and made a subtle gesture to Renolf to take one of the seats nearest him.