The Professor

The Professor is an elven member of The Guild who can be found walking around the Guildhall within the Undercity.

Involvement

He will comment on the events happening in the Guildhall but as a visitor, he will not take part in any fight.

Idle banter

The Professor will occasionally chat with Slick Inatra:

Slick Inatra: We're all on the same side, friend. Nine-Fingers invited us herself.

• The Professor: The guildmaster hired you, yes - but I think it's best if your Zhentarim keep to themselves. There's not a lot of trust in the Guildhall of late.
  • Slick Inatra: You're all scared shitless of this Stone Lord, you mean. Which is exactly why your boss hired us.

Slick Inatra: Look, if your lot could look after themselves, we wouldn't need to be here.

• The Professor: The Guild is a collective of specialists - not a private army.
  • Slick Inatra: 'Specialists'. Thieves, con-artists, and killers - nothing so special about that, friend.
    • The Professor: ...There are no killers here, Zhent. Assassins, those are a different matter entirely.

The Professor: As you'll see, there's plenty of space for your people.

• Slick Inatra: Down there in the damp, you mean.
  • The Professor: Count yourself lucky. This place is usually so full that you wouldn't find room to sit your padded arse down.
  • Slick Inatra: Don't try to flirt with me, boss. We both know this place is like a tomb because your crews are running scared.

Slick Inatra: And what are we meant to do about food?

• The Professor: Talk to Severn at the bar.
  • Slick Inatra: What - the bugbear?
    • The Professor: The guildmaster poached him from a minor peer of Parliament. He's quite the cook.