The brown haired, blue eyed wizard stepped into a small hotel, the light of the lobby hitting his bright orange pants and making them seem to glow a little brighter. He slipped his mothers brown jacket off his bare torso and stepped up to the counter. "Hi, I'd like a room for the night please. And access to your hot spring." Mashyuu said to the woman behind the counter. His voice was soft, the job he had just finished clearly taking a small toll on the Wizard. After paying for a room Mashyuu took his key and headed for his room on the first floor.
Slowly he slid the white screen door open and stepped inside. After taking a look around the traditional room he set his jacket down on a near by sitting pad and flopped on his bed, looking up at the paint, thinking about his last job. People almost died but he and his fellow Sabertooth guild mates managed to send slavers packing, even if it was just barely....