"A pleasant day indeed."
The birds were chirping somewhere in the forest, which lied at the base of the mountain, and the cool breeze nicely opposed the golden rays of light, effectively forming a spring-like atmosphere. That is, as long as one remains near the trees. While people usually had little reason to stray from the well-beaten paths that wind through the foliage and towards Crocus and the Sky Tower, there would indeed be the occasional magus seeking something more than the enthralling beauty of nature or vibrant liveliness of a city square's commerce. In that particular case, the pilgrim was only one and a rather unique cyan-dyed trench coat telegraphed his presence.
Clad in azure, the lone knight had slowly traversed the vastly vacillating paths of the land seeking neither adventure nor fate. His motif was ever-vague, perhaps even to himself at times, however what was known for truth was that while in that area many sought prosperity or joy, he was amongst the few whom held a different, deeper goal leading them there. Indeed, as the swordsman looked over the broad forest from atop one of the mountain's highest peaks, he couldn't help but feel nostalgia's grasp on his heart, for verily, the land some called 'wild' and others called 'green', he called 'home'.
Another stroke of gentle winds moved past him, lightly quavering his coat, and it acted as a sign for the youthful magus that his brief rest was over. Sure enough, he stepped back from the edge, letting go of the dead tree he was holding onto for in case he was to fall, and walked the few metres to the familiar building ahead.
With a gentle creek, the thick mahogany doors temporarily relinquished their purpose to deny entry and immediately after, the sound of soles against the wooden floor echoed through the lifeless, foyer-like main hall of the building. The pacing responsible for the sound didn't falter as the few fallen chairs barred the way, in stead only pausing briefly when the man behind said steps was faced with the terrace overlooking the hall; only to jump up to it before calmly stepping onto a glyph found on its floor. What followed then was a brief and rather dimmed flash of something that resembled light, yet it was, perhaps, only an intro to the view of what would unfold before the knight's eyes for lo and behold, there it was; Sabertooth Guild Hall.
"Heh. Not bad. It actually looks better finished than what I imagined."
With steady steps he then crossed the platform he stood upon, and the following bridge, before lastly pushing open the large pair of doors as they stood crowned with Sabertooth's insignia. The cyan-haired man looked around at first, not stepping in initially in favour of scanning through the lobby full of tables and occupied chairs for familiar faces. With a traditionally carefree smile the swordsman then entered and locked eyes with the one person who would probably never mistake, especially considering his newly-acquired clothing.
"Ah, hey there Zenshin." His rather deep, yet pleasant voice drawing the attention of quite a few other curious loungers. "Nice coat."
The birds were chirping somewhere in the forest, which lied at the base of the mountain, and the cool breeze nicely opposed the golden rays of light, effectively forming a spring-like atmosphere. That is, as long as one remains near the trees. While people usually had little reason to stray from the well-beaten paths that wind through the foliage and towards Crocus and the Sky Tower, there would indeed be the occasional magus seeking something more than the enthralling beauty of nature or vibrant liveliness of a city square's commerce. In that particular case, the pilgrim was only one and a rather unique cyan-dyed trench coat telegraphed his presence.
Clad in azure, the lone knight had slowly traversed the vastly vacillating paths of the land seeking neither adventure nor fate. His motif was ever-vague, perhaps even to himself at times, however what was known for truth was that while in that area many sought prosperity or joy, he was amongst the few whom held a different, deeper goal leading them there. Indeed, as the swordsman looked over the broad forest from atop one of the mountain's highest peaks, he couldn't help but feel nostalgia's grasp on his heart, for verily, the land some called 'wild' and others called 'green', he called 'home'.
Another stroke of gentle winds moved past him, lightly quavering his coat, and it acted as a sign for the youthful magus that his brief rest was over. Sure enough, he stepped back from the edge, letting go of the dead tree he was holding onto for in case he was to fall, and walked the few metres to the familiar building ahead.
With a gentle creek, the thick mahogany doors temporarily relinquished their purpose to deny entry and immediately after, the sound of soles against the wooden floor echoed through the lifeless, foyer-like main hall of the building. The pacing responsible for the sound didn't falter as the few fallen chairs barred the way, in stead only pausing briefly when the man behind said steps was faced with the terrace overlooking the hall; only to jump up to it before calmly stepping onto a glyph found on its floor. What followed then was a brief and rather dimmed flash of something that resembled light, yet it was, perhaps, only an intro to the view of what would unfold before the knight's eyes for lo and behold, there it was; Sabertooth Guild Hall.
"Heh. Not bad. It actually looks better finished than what I imagined."
With steady steps he then crossed the platform he stood upon, and the following bridge, before lastly pushing open the large pair of doors as they stood crowned with Sabertooth's insignia. The cyan-haired man looked around at first, not stepping in initially in favour of scanning through the lobby full of tables and occupied chairs for familiar faces. With a traditionally carefree smile the swordsman then entered and locked eyes with the one person who would probably never mistake, especially considering his newly-acquired clothing.
"Ah, hey there Zenshin." His rather deep, yet pleasant voice drawing the attention of quite a few other curious loungers. "Nice coat."