Walking in his usual pace, Darren walked slowly and calmly as he occasionally tapped the ground with his scabbard encased katana. Every few taps or so he would channel a little magic in to it to get a better feel of the area. He walked through the streets of Magnolia as he did every day, always missing the curious glances that people give him. He never caught the glances, and if there was a way that he could, he would look at those people with a glare and tell them to go look at something else. He kept quiet, though, and simply walked through the streets to get to the guild. He needed a job to pay for his rent, and he was planning on getting one soon since he had been getting a little lazy the past few days.

Some time later, Darren arrived at the guild hall and stopped at the entrance, tapping his sword with channeled magic to get a feeling on how roughly how many people were there at the moment. He was actually glad that the guild had small numbers, as his senses would be a mess if large groups of people were walking and talking all at once. Despite his senses, he wanted for the guild to grow again, to be back to what he had heard it was some time ago. Stepping into the guild, he was able to hear two voices right away, but paid no mind to them as he sat down at the bar, resting his katana at his side as he sat there. Both of the voices he heard were feminine, and he had a pretty good of who they belonged too, but was still somewhat unsure.