[Zel crouches to duck inside, his hood a good buffer to keep his wire hair from scraping the low ceiling. at the Hob's behest, he takes a knee not far from where he entered, giving Emery some room to squeeze in.

cutting right to the chase:] We're interested in having a roof for some of our passage to Fairford, if you're interested in having an extra pair of working hands.

[taller ones, he thinks dryly. never even mind the magic! he won't share that tidbit unless he needs to sweeten the offer.]