Was it necessary to make a guild hall so...unapproachable? By the time Iris reached the summit and pushed through the doors, he was just happy to not be dead. He was a fit young man, but he was hardly used to a long trek in those types of elements. Snow, biting winds, and a steep climb through narrow frozen paths almost turned him back. What if this place didn't have reliable transport to and from the hall once he arrived? Surely the other members didn't make this trip regularly!
And if they did, he was lowkey terrified to meet them. Ugly yetis.
Iris entered guild hall cooly, but not the version of cool he normally went for. It was literal cool. As in effing cold. The snow blew in behind him as he scrambled to shut the door behind him, boots slick on the floor from melted snow. He scuffled in a bitter war with the last bit of weather, but truly maybe he should have just left the freaking door open to let the cold announce his uncaring and awesome entrance. Ah, too late now. All he could think about was getting warm, so setting all the heat from within free seemed like an unforgivable sin, much like wasting a good set of eyes. His gloved hands planted themselves firmly, and with a grunt he finally forced the door shut against the storm outside.
Spinning, he placed his back against the door and peered around. His breaths came out in exhausted huffs, seeming to echo off the stone walls. Hm. The aesthetic wasn't bad. It could be cleaner, but at least it wasn't hideous. It be a shame to make the deadly trip here, only to turn away because the place was too ugly for him to ever accept. Dark guilds were scarce, and his other choice didn't mesh too well. Too blood thirsty to save the eyes.
Finally he righted himself, quickly straightening his black coat and pants, sweeping any remnant of snow from him. Hands fussed over his hair was he walked further inside, looking for signs of life. This was Basilisk Fang, right? So help him if he made it all this way and this was just some abandoned building...
"Hello?"
And if they did, he was lowkey terrified to meet them. Ugly yetis.
Iris entered guild hall cooly, but not the version of cool he normally went for. It was literal cool. As in effing cold. The snow blew in behind him as he scrambled to shut the door behind him, boots slick on the floor from melted snow. He scuffled in a bitter war with the last bit of weather, but truly maybe he should have just left the freaking door open to let the cold announce his uncaring and awesome entrance. Ah, too late now. All he could think about was getting warm, so setting all the heat from within free seemed like an unforgivable sin, much like wasting a good set of eyes. His gloved hands planted themselves firmly, and with a grunt he finally forced the door shut against the storm outside.
Spinning, he placed his back against the door and peered around. His breaths came out in exhausted huffs, seeming to echo off the stone walls. Hm. The aesthetic wasn't bad. It could be cleaner, but at least it wasn't hideous. It be a shame to make the deadly trip here, only to turn away because the place was too ugly for him to ever accept. Dark guilds were scarce, and his other choice didn't mesh too well. Too blood thirsty to save the eyes.
Finally he righted himself, quickly straightening his black coat and pants, sweeping any remnant of snow from him. Hands fussed over his hair was he walked further inside, looking for signs of life. This was Basilisk Fang, right? So help him if he made it all this way and this was just some abandoned building...
"Hello?"