It has been about a month since Silas had joined the Sabertooth Guild. After meeting a few of his fellow members and exploring around the town known as the Aces of Spades, Silas decided that it was time for him to take on a few requests. He had never been good at making friends when he was growing up so always made an extra effort in avoiding large groups or crowds in hopes that it would make him feel even less alone. He had actually promised himself that once he found a guild that he liked he would start making a more conscious effort in not only making new friends but also in making an effort to stop avoiding others. Still, he needed to earn some jewels in order to pay rent, he couldn't exactly live off the guild for free so as soon as he got the opportunity, the young wizard took on several requests and began his journey. The requests took him to Hargeon, Sakuramori and The Cursed Lands before he would return back to the guild. He earned some decent jewels and got to experience his first time doing a job. However, there was one lingering issue that became more apparent during his adventure... His Aeons do not respect him.
Silas had returned to the guild hall the day before yesterday and didn't exactly make a reasonable effort in chatting with his fellow guild members. His anxiety was still too high, his self confidence had been thrown out the window years ago and was still trying to learn that not everyone was going to treat him poorly or bully him. Silas woke up this morning and made sure to shower and brush his teeth before deciding what he would wear for the day. He had no intention of going on any other requests this week and wasn't quite ready to throw himself into the crowded guild hall. The young mage threw on a white singlet, grey sweatpants and black sneakers before going for a jog around town. He only did this for about an hour before buying himself a bottle of water from a vendor and then found a nice tree to sit under to relax. He was trying to clear his mind but didn't exactly help knowing that his Aeons not only didn't respect him, but they acted as if they hated him. The only Aeon that ever seemed to listen to him or acted as if he didn't care was Golem, but he didn't exactly say much of anything. Ifrit just roars at him. Shiva looks down on him, often degrading him
The only Aeon that ever seemed to listen to the young mage was Golem, but like Ifrit, didn't say anything so it was a little hard to tell. Shiva always looked down on him, often degrading him and his actions. Alvar was his most reliable Aeon and would often fight for him, but the young man would still point out Silas' flaws, behaviour and provide him with criticism. None of them truly wanted to fight for him or with him.
Silas had returned to the guild hall the day before yesterday and didn't exactly make a reasonable effort in chatting with his fellow guild members. His anxiety was still too high, his self confidence had been thrown out the window years ago and was still trying to learn that not everyone was going to treat him poorly or bully him. Silas woke up this morning and made sure to shower and brush his teeth before deciding what he would wear for the day. He had no intention of going on any other requests this week and wasn't quite ready to throw himself into the crowded guild hall. The young mage threw on a white singlet, grey sweatpants and black sneakers before going for a jog around town. He only did this for about an hour before buying himself a bottle of water from a vendor and then found a nice tree to sit under to relax. He was trying to clear his mind but didn't exactly help knowing that his Aeons not only didn't respect him, but they acted as if they hated him. The only Aeon that ever seemed to listen to him or acted as if he didn't care was Golem, but he didn't exactly say much of anything. Ifrit just roars at him. Shiva looks down on him, often degrading him
The only Aeon that ever seemed to listen to the young mage was Golem, but like Ifrit, didn't say anything so it was a little hard to tell. Shiva always looked down on him, often degrading him and his actions. Alvar was his most reliable Aeon and would often fight for him, but the young man would still point out Silas' flaws, behaviour and provide him with criticism. None of them truly wanted to fight for him or with him.