[center][h3][color=8F9779]Cormorant Sanders – Frenzy Plant Stands[/color][/h3]
[@Zarkun][/center]

Both during Damian’s approach and for a few seconds after his arrival but before he spoke, the leader of Frenzy Plant remained fixated on the match currently underway.  The magic and ability of the country’s finest wizards captured the imagination of young and old alike; Sanders, in particular, enjoyed learning what he could about sorcery.  Every duel impressed him in its own way, but even as the general observed, he did not file away each spark, strike, and stance like some supercomputer, bent on analyzing each competitor for the sake of future victory.  He enjoyed the spectacle and the talent for what they were worth, and in some cases felt sorrow that such talents went to waste in service of lesser causes.

He noticed Damian soon enough, however, and switched from casual to professional mode on a dime when he did so.  He allowed neither malice nor cordiality to find a home on his features.  Promptly he replied, [color=8F9779]”That [i]is[/i] the right choice.  If you’re serious, apologize like a person to everyone you feel you’ve wronged, so they can see you’re more than a living weapon.  Don’t make it anything public or special.  What’s really remarkable is that three days of thinking have gone by before you came to this conclusion.  Three days is a long time for insults and challenges to sink in, and stain permanently, be they from you or your master.  Before you make any apologies, however, I ask you this: what exactly has my guild misunderstood about you?”[/color]

[center][h3][color=d8bfd8]Nero the Genie – Infirmary[/color][/h3]
[@oblivion666][/center]

Sagelike, the dark mage absorbed every ounce of what excuses, explanations, and artful dodges Malice could make.  His veneer of venerability nearly veered into vexation when she voiced her eventual goal of becoming a Wizard Saint.  Before pursuing that, however, he spared a sidelong glance at Zephyr.  [color=d8bfd8]”Candyhead’s fallen in love, has he?  True love is, I find, like a brick: either it hits you like one, or you’re dumber than one for thinkin’ it’s there when it isn’t.”[/color]

A blankness settled over his face.  In his eagerness to dis Zephyr he forgot about the Wizard Saint business.  Shrugging, he opted to instead address Malice’s inquiry.  [color=d8bfd8]”I ask because I care, my good miss.  If you’re inclined, I do have a sort of guildy thingie in the works.  An independent guild, three strong.  Me, Eve, and Aya.  We’re a ragtag buncha misfits but we’re gonna do some serious good for people.  You’d fit right in.”[/color]