Precisely on time, with no indication he needed at any juncture to hurry, Rodolphus moves into the guild hall not quite silently. He looks much the same as he did when he went on the eel-chopping cruise, dressed in dark, simple clothes, charcoal gray beneath an open black robe, gloves and a typically blank expression. His gaze travels the hall without much indication that he's really taking in what he's seeing, though he is; it's just not anything he cares about, except in terms of their significance in regards to defense or offence.

As he is on time, he does not bother sitting, even if the wait should stretch on.