Remembering the law, I stop worrying about traps built outside.
Crusty, I repeat slowly. Well, maybe I've seen you, and maybe I'm an initiate.
Leaning across to shake hands, I know I'm a little off-balance, but I can pull away if I need to. I glance at the door, taking in as much as I can in a two-second survey. I pull my short cloak closer around me - even wearing sleeves, I'm uncomfortably aware of the identifying tattoo only partly burned off my arm. My eyes alone are enough to identify me: one green, one brown. Unusual. If this Crusty person has seen me before, he'd probably remember - unless he just doesn't notice details, but you don't survive that long with that much arrogance by not noticing things.
I turn my attention to the 'door' - I've seen enough of my new companion to recognize him again anywhere, I don't need to keep staring. Anyway, I have information to process. He said 'too' - that means either he is an initiate in the Honesty guild, or he has seen others, recently. He runs errands for them, though, so my money, if I had enough to waste on gambling, would be on the latter. He seems friendly enough.
Anything I should know before I go in? I ask lightly. I'm assuming a better-than-even chance he'll lie, but even a lie can be information, once you know it is one.
Duumir cuy haat acyk gar kar'ta bal haa Dral. An ashi dar'cuy. - Surenit Kli'qiy