The long golden hair of the elf swishes around as he exits the shop and then immediately spins around to talk to his new friends. The grin on his face shows an excitement that only comes from the youth of inexperience.
"Sorry about all that secretive stuff in there... but I know better than to blabber on and on and on about stuff that other people have no need to know about. Master Bigby taught me all about not showing my hand when it is dealt. I'm not a big card player, so that metaphor is a little lost on me... but he seemed to think it was a wisdom worth knowing, so I'll concede the point. That's why he's the archmage and I'm just an apprentice."
He chuckles to himself and then widens his grin once more.
"So... what did the higher-ups tell you fellows? I was sort of rushed through everything so fast that I didn't really get exactly why we're here... or what we're doing... or what the point is... or what our plan is... or who I was working with... or why me... or how best to do... whatever it is... we're supposed to be doing. It was just lucky that I found you guys though. I only had to ask about twenty-seven people through town for where I could find a group of newcomers who had just arrived and seemed to be up to something. Finally, a beggar down the street over there..." he points to a man lying in the gutter, "mentioned you guys walking past him and entering this shop. And so here I am! Ready to work on... this... thing... we're now working on.
Whew! I'm hot. Anyone else hot? And when can we stop for a bite to eat, I'm starving?!?"