Fenrisolace wolfed down a leg of meat, his fangs tearing it apart, piece by piece. Kaze looked on in awe as the drumstick was decimated, the warrior’s sleeves still shredded and torn from the battle the day previous. Fenris’s destruction of his meal caused Michaelis to look on from the sidelines, only in disgust, as he ate his own fill.

“So uh,” The snow haired man began, still in shock with Fenris’s evisceration of his breakfast, “Like I said, eating this food should make you less tired and restore whatever aura you burned through yesterday.”

Michaelis ignored the swordsman, looking to the beastman, appalled. “Where’s Titania? I want to get out there and forget all of... this.”

“She’s not in her room,” Karrow remarked, approaching from the guild leaders quarters. “She left this food out this mornin’, and seems to have stepped out.”

Kaze looked to the bedroom of the orc, “And Ilgar? He’s still here right?”

“Haven’t you looked outside?” Michaelis condescended.

The swordsman took to his feet, pushing himself out from the table, the legs of his chair squeaking against the floorboards. He approached the grand doors of the grand hall, pushing them open and stepping outside, his sandals clapping against his heels with each step. A strong scent of burning wafted through the air, as the swordsman rested his wrist on the pommel of his longsword, turning to his right to find Ilgar.

The orc’s grip was tight, his left hand wrapped around his mechanical right wrist. Yellow jolts of electricity occasionally sparked, but they weren’t very intimidating compared to the red rage that painted the green god hunter's face.

“Are you okay, Ilgar?” Kaze inquired as he approached the orc from behind, who turned on his heels with sweat beading from his shiny head.

“No.” He spat, releasing his grip on his wrist, staring at the palm of his metal hand. “My explosions won’t come out. It’s broken.”

“I doubt it’s broken, you can still move your arm, it’s all in your head,” The orc’s friend explained, before attempting to place a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“No!” Ilgar yelled, causing the meek warrior to flinch, “It’s broken!” He bellowed at the smaller man, before stomping back inside. His large feet caused quakes within the guildhall as he took a seat next to Fenrisolace, tearing into the meat on the table in just as ravenous a manner as the beastman.

Kaze walked back inside after the orc, face red and upset. He sat down opposite Fenrisolace once again, grabbing a small chunk of meat with his bare hand and sliding it in his mouth as he stared at the floor.

“Who left the door open?” Titania asked herself as she entered the guildhall, pushing inside, sword at her waist. The leader of the group looked up to her warriors with a smile, as she gave them all a wave. “Good Morning everyone!”

No one would reply, aside from Karrow who waved back as the only one not tearing into the food left out. “Cool…” Titania muttered, as she rubbed her metal gauntlets together. “Well regardless, I hope you’re all ready to head out, but we have something to establish beforehand!”

The snow-white and ash-black haired warriors finally looked to the guild leader, as Fenris and Ilgar continued decimating whatever food remained on the table. A set of armour would clink, a pair of metallically dressed feet stepping into the guildhall. Even Fenris and Ilgar looked up at this point, as a man bearing a knights gear walked into the guild.

Armour silver and shining, with cobalt rims flowing along the edges, a sharp helmet with fins flowing along the sides and the top of the head. His armour seemed bulky, with a blade at his hip with golden rims around the sheath.

“Hello, my name is Naix, I look forward to working with you all.” The knight stated profoundly, with a very posh and proper tone, bowing to the rest of the guild members.

Fenris would swallow a lump of meat with a struggle, as no one said anything, continuing to stare at the warrior.

Titania would clear her throat, “This is Naix, and he will be joining us from this day forward. He had agreed to join a couple of days prior but he had some things to take care of beforehand, so he is only joining us now.

“Uhm,” Michaelis began, standing up and approaching the knight from the table, “You need armour? I mean- not that there’s anything wrong with armour but it looks very bulky- is it even that protective?”

“Well if I don’t bear armour, my chance of injury is much greater,” Naix explained, looking at the metal gauntlets which covered his arms.

“It’s fine Michaelis, his aura power isn’t the highest, but he can handle himself in a fight- he’s smart,” Titania explained, interjecting as Michaelis’s face became one of which was ready to berate again. “He’ll do fine with the rest of you, probably.” Titania let out a deep sigh, “Hopefully.”

“With that out of the way, everyone grab your equipment. We’ll be leaving within the hour.” Titania finished, clapping her metal hands together. She would stretch her body out as she walked towards her room.

Fenris and Ilgar went back to feasting, as Kaze approached Naix, who would look around himself, shuffling his metal greaves. “It’s nice to meet you, uh, Naix right?” The swordsman greeted, offering his hand to shake.

Michaelis sneered at the pair as he left for his room, stretching his arms high above his head, yawning deeply. The snow haired man rolled his eyes to Mick, as the knight grasped Kaze’s hand, who returned a smile to the helmet in front of him.

“It’s lovely to meet you as well, I hope we can get along great.” The knight replied, bowing his head again. The less-armoured swordsman continued to smile, as he looked around and behind Naix.

“Did you bring anything with you? Any bags or anything?” The greeter asked as he peered over the soldier’s shoulder.

“Ah, no, I don’t really have any possessions worth anything aside from the armour on my back and the blade at my hip.” The knight chuckled, as he noticed Kaze’s sword attached to his hip, “Ah! You’re a swordsman as well? What sort of ability does your sword have?”

“Ah, well,” The mercenary drew his longsword from his hip, a pained smile now resting on his face. “It’s a lightning blessing. This weapon means a lot to me, it’s…” He paused, looking intently to the sword, “It’s a gift from my father.”

“I understand that,” Naix remarked, sympathetic as he drew his broadsword from his waist, “This is my own weapon, a fire blessing, also passed down to me from my parentage.” He spoke, regal, pronounced and proud.

“Ohh!” Kaze looked at the blade with great interest, inspecting it from different angles, “I haven’t seen many weapons like this in my travels of the main continent.” He remarked, sheathing his own blade.

“Really?” Naix inquired, inspecting his own sword.

“I was going to say,” Karrow mentioned as he approached the pair, “From what I have seen here in Baile and even in Capital, the weapons tend to be a lot more curved, whereas both of your weapons and even Titania’s can be utilised from both sides.”

“Where are you from Naix?” The politer Godhunter inquired, obviously pleased to make conversation with someone more normal.

“Ah, well that is…” Naix stuttered, obviously concerned with speaking further.

“Forget I asked,” Kaze quickly cut him off, still a sympathetic expression on his face, “I understand not wanting to go into one's past, I can share that sentiment.”

“Thank you, Uhh, sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” The knight inquired.

“Kaze, Kaze Odaya.” He replied, with a bow of his own.

“I assume you can take any of these rooms,” The sand user stated, “When we all first arrived here three days ago we were just told to grab one of the dozen or so rooms along the walls.” He finished explaining, pointing to the room next to his own.

“You’re too hospitable.” The knight stated, bowing again causing the snow haired swordsman to chuckle, who then approached an empty room and brought himself in.

“I don’t like him,” Fenris remarked, all of the food completely gone from the table, the beastman leaning on the surface via his elbow, “He’s too stuck up, I wouldn’t even call him a warrior.”

Kaze would exhale deeply as he went to his bedroom, Karrow biting his own lower lip. “Well you’re not entirely wrong,” The sand wielder agreed, “He’s got a vibe from him, I doubt he’s even done mercenary work. Probably just some city guard somewhere with rich parents.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Fenrisolace stated with a meaty grin, as he began climbing up onto the table Ilgar rest his head-on. The little cutlery and plates rattled together as he clambered to his feet, clenching his fuzzy fist as he stared to the doors. “Because no matter what happens today, I’ll be obliterating another God.”

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