Haruhi Kanashimi and Feitan Social

Looking from the corridors, all that could be seen is a small form, leaning over a desk. Her face was buried in books, her arms writhing in a frantic fashion. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be the newest guild master in Fiore, Haruhi Kanashimi. At only 12 years old, Haru had managed to forge her own sanctuary, based on her own ideals. Haru was working frantically, calling on jobs, designs for the new hall, and ripping through papers for anxious members. She was displeased with all of them.

Haru threw the desk away from her, stomping herself outside, to the cold, ripping air. The frozen breath from the surrounding mountains passed by her cheeks, showing her breath as she walked her pathway. Haru was alone in this home. She had nobody with her, to support her, or to support.

Feitan sighed as he walked through the lands of the mountain that was bordering the Forgotten Dessert. He was amazed at the climate difference now that he was deep within the mountain range. Instead of the burning heat he felt the chilling cold, and it was oppressive to say the least. He walked further however looking for the mysterious castle that he had heard about from some strange mountaineers. They spoke of an imposing yet powerful looking castle that was said to be the stronghold of a powerful mage. A mage who was also incredibly rich.

Of course the promise of wealth and riches brought the thief Feitan here, and as he walked through the mountain pass nearing where he hoped the castle would be he kept his wits about him, and his cloak drawn just as tightly in order to shield him from the oppressive cold. It took some time, but he eventually climbed up over a ridge and looked down to see the castle nested in a neat little valley. He began to make his descent towards the structure that looked long since abandoned.