Heirs to the Valley

Fashionably late, the doors open and Lestopher Rachnet enters, followed by a cabal of ten or so fellow masters of the guild, some recognizable and some relatively fresh-faced. Rachnet's hands are held together tightly in a ball just above his belt. While his peers are more than welcome to make their own action amongst the crowd, Rachnet does little to acknowledge the presence of the rest of the room that isn't named Tibalt other than an occasional simple nod of the head before he finds his seat.