Relief went through Lyren as the Guildmaster broke up the fight. He made a mental note not to get on the man's bad side. Which he may be doing by revealing his dark magic. He shuddered at the thought. It was amazing how much respect the people had for him though. When instructed to do so, Lyren followed after the Guildmaster and the new recruit. Here it was, the time when it would be decided whether he would have a chance at being part of a Guild, or be doomed to forever walk alone. As there was no way the Magic Council would allow him to start his own guild, regardless of how strong he could get.

He flexed his right hand and forced himself to relax. Letting the pulsing of the magic rune calm him, at least somewhat. As he entered the Guildmaster's office he noticed tha the desk looked a bit worse for wear. He wondered why it hadn't been replaced yet, but assumed that it held some sort of sentimental value. Or, you know, not. He took a seat on one of the chairs at the desk, sitting up straight and trying to look as confident as he usually felt. It was hard to do that when your life was going to completely change within the next few minutes. And he didn't know what direction it would going in.