Eyes squinting, and his hand covering his face, Alakai's view of the Guild Hall came into existence. The floating city, high up in the mountains. This was one of the only guilds he had yet to visit, and he hoped this one could provide him with what he needed. His travels were really taking a toll on his body, and he could feel himself tiring, but Alakai still held himself up, walking with proper posture and a regal look.
Entering the guild hall, his eyes shone brightly, red lights that pierced through the shadows. His glance, passing over everyone there. He wasn't seizing them up, but rather evaluating what they were and could do. His footsteps echoed as the voices quieted. He was used to this, and it was comforting actually. Alakai put his hand in his pocket, and with the other, brushed his fingers through his hair. A mannerism that he could not get rid of easily.
He sat at a table, propped his feet up, naming that table as his own. Whispers erupted from neighboring guild members. He couldn't hear them so they did no damage, however it left a tick in his jaw. They might as well insulted him out-loud instead of being cowards. This was the first guild he had been to in a long time, and they couldn't even show some decency as to welcome him? How pathetic.
