[center][h3]Oram Hellios, Cedar Town[/h3][/center]

"Yeah yeah. Everything should be good." Oram said calmly in response to Gwen's question before throwing her the small pile of her clothes from when she had stripped not too long ago. "You shouldn't leave your clothes lying around by the way." His words were likely falling on deaf ears. He had a feeling this girl had a habit of doing this. It wasn't really his place to judge. And then came another female. She was going by this freaking idea that things were her fault and she should take responsibility. Obviously, it wasn't her fault. But this was pretty funny. "Heh... Maybe we should let her do it." He chuckled slightly at the sight before them. Perhaps this was just one of the key differences between a Lunar Wolf and one of the Vypers, or Harpies. Were there any Harpies here? [i]Whatever.[/i] "I mean she could always help rebuild and do something productive, but this cowardly way out is pretty funny too." He grinned teasing the girl and unknowingly mocking the Samurai way or whatever the hell it'd be called. Still his demeanor and words, though disrespectful did hold some water. If she wanted to repent for the mistake repent. Fix the honor by rebuilding. Lord knows he wasn't going to. The mind of a supposed samurai was a different thing than another ordinary individual. 

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[center][h3]Nicolas Grimmond, Clover Town[/h3][/center]

Nicolas breathed a sigh of relief as Invidia was taken away. "Alright... I'm sorry for falling on you, but at least your oka-AAAAYYY!!!!" His words quickly transition into a surprised shout as Trisana lifted him and began to swing him around. "T-Trisana?! W-what are you... Wait..." He tried to speak, but she was so happy and so not paying attention it was hard to get a word in edgewise. But she was wrong. They hadn't won. In fact, he might have died had the demons not taken off. Not to mention he was in pain due to all the whips he'd received before firing off his spell. 

To add to this embarrassment was the arrival of an actual guild mage. His name was Aiden Cross"N-no... There's really..." He huffed before managed to wiggle out of Trisana's grip. His face was a dark shade of red, almost close to his hair, or his eyes which held the somewhat strange, compass like pupils. "W-what else would a person do if they were stuck in this kind of mess? R-run?" He was nervous of course. He was still partially shaking. At least his legs were. That was a terrifying experience. "Ah... Wait... I'm sorry. I totally forgot. My name is Nicolas Grimmond. A mage, and hopefully a future member of a guild like you." He spoke more formally, and with less of a stutter as he bowed, though he was still quite nervous. 

"And... I hope we'll be able to help this young girl. I was just able to stop her from being attack by one of those dog things." He added partially explaining why the girl was even here. It was necessary for a mage to know the details right? Or was he just a little too overwhelmed and over thinking it? Geez... Why had this happened? What were those people... er... Those things... After?