Latir and Maximilian: Willard gives you both a blank stare, since it's rather hard to read his face or his mood when he isn't guffawing, and sets the bags down quietly. Elizabeth gives him a warm pat on the arm and he lets out a little
"Gwor." before waddling away. Although a bit perplexed, Elizabeth keeps smiling and informs Latir that it is <X> Day, less than a week before your Council Hearing.
"Did you need some help? And... is something wrong?" She steps up to Maximilian and disarms his tense, alert pose by gently tapping the tip of his nose, having to reach up to do so.
Karvan: As you finish speaking with Gran and move to leave, he lets out a sudden snort-burst of steam! "What ho, who is this, one of your comrades? I did not see this one amongst the carnage of the sewers." Wanda's cheek-bone panels right beneath the eyes flip over to a very light blush. "I... I'm just an administrative assistant. Good day to you, sir."
Gran rushes up to the bars and presses against them, glaring down intently. It's a small wonder he was able to step into the cell at all. Being close to the bars, Karvan alone can hear what may be a Warforged tic, an attempt to whisper that is simply a slightly less audible speaking without any of the subtleties of... well... subtlety.
"Seize the initiative, seize the win..."Gran: "Miss, would you accompany me to the Bard's Festival tonight?"
The bottom half of Wanda's face switches to blush and she immediately stammers out. "I'm sorry, you're not my type."
Discharging a wave of steam, Gran is not deterred! "What is your type, then?!"
Wanda takes a half-step back, entire face red-paneled. "T.. th.. I.. I've never thought..."
Gran: "If you don't know your type, how can I not be it?!"
Wanda nearly yells. "A-a-a-an honorable man! That's what I like!"
Gran relents and takes a half-step back, eye-panels dropping in his usual stern, unmoving deep thought. Or arrogant paying-no-mind. It's hard to tell them apart. Then he reaches forward and seizes the cell door and gingerly plucks the entire door-frame out of the wall with no damage to the bricks! He steps through the opening, 180s and sets the frame back in place. The precision is stunning: removed or set improperly, it'd be loose or damaged. But the door retains enough pressure to deter several large men without a battering ram. Gran then 180s again and is now glaring straight ahead through Karvan, down at Wanda.
"You stammer and carry on as though you hope the Universe will accept your bashful offer to "do something" about Agrin." STEAM BLAST!
"A MAN EARNS WHAT IS HIS." And with that, Gran storms out of the Headquarters on some great mission.
Wanda watches him go with an utterly baffled stare. "Uh..." Looks to Karvan. "Uhm... h... he was upstairs." And she leads you to the next guy you obviously need to interrogate today, a real seedy looking Kobold in a snappy trench-coat and hat sitting on a stool. He'd probably be smoking if his arms weren't behind his back in shackles.
Beatrice gives you a curt wave as she looms over the Kobold. "This berk fell right fer the gem ya set out."
Kobold: "Ya wouldn't a' missed it."
Beatrice: "I didn' miss ya, ya rat!"