Fadran followed behind, limping only a little bit because of his stubbed toe. As they reached the top of the staircase, Fadran placed his hand on a door. "Hera--um. How guarded would Daolan be?"
@Ookla the Grammatical
"Nothing, as usual." The Maestro steps into the light: tall, dressed in an expensive suit and a top hat, looking like Kimblee from FMA (because he had a look).