[center][color=662d91][h3]Vega Ashcroft[/h3][/color]
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[@Reflection][@Hitman]
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[color=662d91]"What, it's just some old lady in here huh?"[/color], Vega stepped into the hall, quite prepared for more fanfare, or even just a few people. Just one person though? He did not expect at all.

[color=662d91]"Well isn't that nice Muck-o? Just a single old withering hag, no crowd to get all worked up about. Tch"[/color], he teased, the tone was as aggressive as he usually was, but he looked almost disappointed given the plans they had 'decided' coming in. He seemed to be a bit irritated though... He won't say it, but he has noticed. Everything is eerily familiar to their town and guild hall, something about this place did not feel right at all. The silence of this place did nothing to help matters either, but he felt it best they not act as if they'd noticed... If this was a trap of some mage's doing, giving away that they know so soon would likely end up with them finding out very little. He noticed her tattoo as well... It's likely she was this place's leader, but the problem was there was no one to lead.

[color=662d91]"Hey old lady! I hear you got some kinda dark mage problem. Care to share? It's not like anyone else is around to make you busy anyway"[/color], his tone seemed annoyed as if his time was being wasted, which to him, with no one around and such a boring dull place devoid of any activity, it was. He kicked the nearest chair, causing it to flip and spin right round as he took a seat in it in a backwards fashion as he leaned forward on the back of the chair.

[color=662d91]"Try not to put us to sleep alright?",[/color] resting his chin upon his forearms.