What Makes a Mage [Intro]

Days came and went, some gloomier than others, but time had continued to go on, stopping for no one. Not even the middle aged Ezra Aurence, who lazed about his office room for the majority of today. He napped over his wooden, unorganized desk, reading spectacles inched down the bridge of his nose, threatening to fall off if he moved even a little. Long, messy locks hugged the nape of his neck, his usual appearance. Empty beer bottles would lie empty and scattered about the desk, and an almost comically full ashtray placed snugly next to them. It was the life appealing to a workaholic, but not a lazy mercenary. Still, it was a lifestyle that didn't make him unhappy, and busied his boring days. Some days quieter than others, and today seemed to be one of the latter.

All was silent until office doors swung open, and chatter began to bustling to such an extent that it woke the slumbering lyncan, who'd sleep through storms like nothing. He slowly raised his head from his crossed arms, adjusting his spectacles and wiping the drool that slivered from his parted lips. He groaned, "Aye. . . what's with this noise?. . ." he rose from his seat, plucked his spectacles from his face and onto the desk, making way out of his office and into the public space. He wore a black tank top and denim, straight pants. Although he wore it primarily because the rooms could often get stuffy and hot, and emphasized his exceptionally muscular build far more than he would ever intend.

Ezra peered over the balcony and down onto the main floor, placing a cigarette between his lips and quickly lighting it with the lighter he would always keep on him. Briefly, he forgot the rule that there was no smoking permitted indoors amidst his weariness and curiosity. Suddenly, his face lit up and mouth curved into a smile, stretching from ear to ear in seeing the familiar exceed he had gone back with. Rose, the previous companion of Hera Reyold, a woman he had not thought about in a long, long time. Next to her, an irritable boy, a tipsy woman, and the Guildmaster, Sorano. Of course, surrounding those three was the crowd who had adored Rose and/or the boy that accompanied her. The noise possessed him with irritation.

"If it ain't Rose, huh?" he exclaimed over the balcony, whipping himself over the railing and making a quick descent to the ground floor and would amble over to the group, through the crowd with his towering height, "Howdy-do!" he grinned, looking between Sorano and Rose, blowing out a puff of smoke.

Violet hues flickered over to the boy, who went by Haru, as he had heard, and knelt down to eye level with him. "Haru Reyold, aye? Smell just like 'er Mum, sweaty and gross." he snickered, large, strong hands ruffling his hair. He raised his head to Rose, sighing, "Y'all picked an awfully boring guild to join if 'er lookin' for something exciting, though. We ain't like we used to be." he would insist, smoke exiting his lips as it would usually do. Still, he found it compelling to give Haru some of his attention, as he did enjoy kids. He turned back to the boy, "Don't cause trouble, aye?" he smiled.