Melting Icy Hearts [ Guild Into Thread/ Party - Open to all] - NDE

Krow lay upon on the tables in the communal area of the guild. He had arrived at the remote guild hall only a few hours ago. His journey had been harsh, something which was made quite clear by the bandages wrapped around his torso in an X-shaped wrapping. He had received a less than warm welcome from Mount Hakobe's animals, his back bloody, the bandages already stained red. The mage slept through the pain, snoring loudly, he was under-dressed for sure given the climate outside the guild. All he had on was a pair of boxers and a sleeveless shirt.

Krow was soon awakened by a voice that echoes throughout the guild hall proclaiming, "Get out of bed, time to wake up! We're gonna have a party today so get dressed and get down here!" The dragon slayer having forgotten where he was sleeping, rolled off to his right, which left him dropping off the table and hitting the floor face first. This was what ultimately woke him up. The dim-witted mage looking around would notice a former comrade of his whom was this guild's leader, a fox-like creature that could talk, a rather buxom blond, and a white haired male who was drinking water of all things. "A party? Sounds li..." The males words dying out and being replaced by snoring once more as he slumped forward.

Krow soon snapping back awake when a surge of pain washing over his back. "RRRRAAAAGGGHHH....", he exclaimed in agonized tones, as his arms swung back and clutched his back. He seemed to fall forward for a moment. From this new view of his figure one would see that flames were flowing off his arms and over his back. The bandages falling the ground as they withered and collapsed upon themselves while being reduced to a pile of ashes. The smell of burning flesh being present for the briefest of moments before the male finally stood up.

He hadn't bothered to store his stuff anywhere, so he only took a few short strides before he had taken hold of his pants. The baggy garbs being as bat up as the male was. In light of which he pulled them on and secured them with a waist wrap covered in fire dragon scales and trimmed by Nako Aguuru fur, which was then secured by a dingy brown belt with a rectangular golden clasp. "What's the big deal waking up someone whose injured? Not people are trying to kill us...." He muttered, shooting the guild master a rather annoyed glare. Th serious attitude and expression leaving him as he busted up laughing. He had never been good at the whole being serious thing.