Rolin and Nasree follow Crow into the building. As they do, the hobgoblin looks up from his sweeping, quickly scanning each of them before he smiles. "Just Tariic is fine. I'll be with you in a moment."
He continues sweeping. His movements are methodical, and though he rarely looks directly at them, Crow gets the feeling he is watching her companions and her in his peripheral vision. After about a minute, he rests the broom against one wall and walks over to Crow, dusting off his hands. He is perhaps a little larger than the typical hobgoblin, and while he's clearly not a young man anymore, there's a sense of restrained power in his movements. Unlike Gudruun and some other hobgoblins Crow has seen, who swagger like they have something to prove, Tariic has the less aggressive confidence of someone whose authority is assured.
"Now, what can I do for you?" he asks, stopping about ten feet in front of Crow.
He continues sweeping. His movements are methodical, and though he rarely looks directly at them, Crow gets the feeling he is watching her companions and her in his peripheral vision. After about a minute, he rests the broom against one wall and walks over to Crow, dusting off his hands. He is perhaps a little larger than the typical hobgoblin, and while he's clearly not a young man anymore, there's a sense of restrained power in his movements. Unlike Gudruun and some other hobgoblins Crow has seen, who swagger like they have something to prove, Tariic has the less aggressive confidence of someone whose authority is assured.
"Now, what can I do for you?" he asks, stopping about ten feet in front of Crow.