Tsavek's brow furrowed deeply as he looked up at the somewhat infamous Black Rose guild hall, grimacing and giving the ferryman behind him a curt wave. The man had been uncomfortably cheerful and personal the entire ride to this port town, and he had more than his fill of pleasantries for the evening, at least those to be exchanged with him in particular. He turned back to the rickety boat, and hauled a tattered, lumpy canvas rucksack out of the vessel and dropped it stiffly onto the dock with a dull, echoing thud. In stark contrast to the upbeat ferry worker, the town was eerily quiet, even with it being so late in the night. He had at least expected a few drunks and hooligans to be bopping about the place, but there were none to be found. No...this place was completely devoid of mayhem and ruckus. Perfect.
He lazily tossed the man his payment, held within a small leather pouch. He had no need for petty change like that, not when he was about to join a guild as famously lucrative as this. Yes, if he played his cards right, he would be swimming in cash in no time. After a moment of internal reassurance, he finally stepped out of the boat and onto the dock's steps, and carelessly slung his bag over his shoulder. Padding cautiously up the stairs, Tsavek pulled his coat's collar up higher so it would better cover the strikingly white serpent draped over his shoulders, a notoriously lazy python named Sid. The reptile had not taken well to the brisk seaside climate, and only started coming out of his drowsy state once his owner started up the stairs. He gave a halfhearted hiss, coiling a bit tighter around Tsavek's shoulders.
Finally reaching the hall's door, Tsavek let out a long, rattling exhale. His tail was giving an occasional, subconsciously nervous flick, but overall he was quite well collected. He had planned for this moment for over six months, and was confident that he could handle whatever this guild had to throw at him. Taking one last calming breath, he balled his free hand into a fist and smacked it heavily against the heavy door several times, then moving to open it. He let out his pent up breath, striding quietly into the hall with his bag held securely against him. He shut the door behind him, and began scanning the entry room and noting its inhabitants, waiting for somebody to address him.
He lazily tossed the man his payment, held within a small leather pouch. He had no need for petty change like that, not when he was about to join a guild as famously lucrative as this. Yes, if he played his cards right, he would be swimming in cash in no time. After a moment of internal reassurance, he finally stepped out of the boat and onto the dock's steps, and carelessly slung his bag over his shoulder. Padding cautiously up the stairs, Tsavek pulled his coat's collar up higher so it would better cover the strikingly white serpent draped over his shoulders, a notoriously lazy python named Sid. The reptile had not taken well to the brisk seaside climate, and only started coming out of his drowsy state once his owner started up the stairs. He gave a halfhearted hiss, coiling a bit tighter around Tsavek's shoulders.
Finally reaching the hall's door, Tsavek let out a long, rattling exhale. His tail was giving an occasional, subconsciously nervous flick, but overall he was quite well collected. He had planned for this moment for over six months, and was confident that he could handle whatever this guild had to throw at him. Taking one last calming breath, he balled his free hand into a fist and smacked it heavily against the heavy door several times, then moving to open it. He let out his pent up breath, striding quietly into the hall with his bag held securely against him. He shut the door behind him, and began scanning the entry room and noting its inhabitants, waiting for somebody to address him.