The Swordsmen of Three swords and a torn Soul Arrives

Akeos had been guided across Fiore, with Borquise grumbling behind them, they arrived at a tavern and were guided through to the back when they were then teleported somewhere else.

Somewhere high up.

Akeos stood there unfazed as his eyes distant as ever looked at the magnificent structure that now appeared in front of them. Nozanskaizu was ringing in its sheathe calling out to the winds of the skies that blew across the pad of which Akeos and Borquise now stood. Borquise scoffed at this and said, “Are you sure about this Akeos? This never works for you remember?” Akeos tilted his head in confusion, “I don’t Remember… all I do remember is that they told me this would be a good idea… So I came…” Borquise completely miffed through his hands up in the air in frustration. Akeos however then started to walk forward on his own heading into the entry hall, hands to his sides his robes rippling in the wind, he wasn’t sure what this place was, he had forgotten, but he had a feeling he was supposed to be here…

Raven was following Akeos and Borquise into her guild hall. Everyone was scattered around as usual doing the usual things. "Everyone!" she called out, trying to gain the attention of everyone gathered around. "We have a new adition to our small family, my lovelies," she cheered, very happy about the fact that her small home was expanding more and more everyday. "This is Akeos," she introduced the dazed swordsman, pointing at him and then slowly moved to his companion. In an unimpressed voice, she proceeded to introduce him too. "And this is his companion, Borquise."

She was hoping for people to come up and get Akeos to relax. She could tell that the man wasn't used to being around genuine people that cared for him. She wanted to slowly teach him the wonders of having real friends around you.

Ryo was always in the guild hall these days for one thing or another, but he was always around. With him as always was his great Dire Wolf companion Gora. The two just happened to be in the old bar of the sabertooth guild hall trying to help it become renovated into something new now that they had a full bar down on the ground below them.

When Raven called Ryo was the first to answer as was most often the case. THe mage was dressed in his heavy clothes once more, forgetting the coat as he was doing heavy lifting. So instead he was just in a purple suit vest, and a red button up underneath it with his pants, boots, and his belt filled with his various deck boxes. On his head his hat was covering his very pale form from the sun. He smiled at the two newcomers tipping his hat to them as the great Dire Wolf stood behind him and watched the pair "Greetings. It's nice to see new faces around here." He said in a cheerful tone of voice.

A single eyebrow rose. 'What was with that?'

It hadn't been her intention to linger too much in the common area, the plethora of foreign faces always making her feel a little awkward. However the announcement caught Mao's attention just before she'd traversed the room to escape to the haven of her room. Ears twitched a little beneath the hood of her jacket as she adjusted the volumes of books borrowed from the library. Various people stopped their activities to look over as their lively guild master announced a few newcomers to their "family." At least, that's how some of them referred to the guild, a term that still confused Mao.

It was the way she introduced the other person so...enthusiastically that really caught the odd girl's attention. These people so far enjoyed the company of one another and the introduction of new folk usually wasn't any different. So what happened between them to already sour their relationship? And where did the absentminded looking fellow fit into this? He seemed child-like in a way, without the crying - or so she hoped, the screeching of some children painful to her sensitive hearing - so perhaps the other fellow was his baby-sitter in some way?

Another man stepped forward to set the trend of greeting the newcomers, breaking some of the awkward silence that almost seeped into the room that allowed for some echoes of agreement and sentiment. Nodding, Mao pushed her voice to an audible level, "Welcome to Sabertooth." The difference between her and Ryo lay in their tones: he sounded happy to see them whilst she...held all the indifference of a student reciting a report to their class. To the short mage however, it sounded similar to everyone else's greeting.