The plain, horse-drawn carriage made clattered to a stop outside the Phoenix Wing hall. Slowly, the door to the wooden carriage opened, revealing only one passenger. As the young, red-haired man stepped out, the middle-aged man holding the reigns on the horse spoke up to him. "Have a good day, sir," the driver spoke, tipping his hat. Maddox turned his head to look at the man, nodding his head as he reached back and closed the door to the carriage. While his previous transportation trotted off, the young man took a moment to look at his guild. He had been gone a while. What started as a delivery job turned into a slight misadventure. And in the end, he felt too lazy to Blink back and rode halfway across the country.

But now he was back.

The young man stretched, already feeling somewhat warm. Not too warm as to make him forfeit his coat, but pleasantly warm. That he was somewhere he belonged. Maddox put his hands in his pockets and let out a sigh, before walking toward the hall. Using his left foot to push the large front door open, he was mildly shocked to see how quiet and empty the hall was. A notable lack of Master Jamie, too. But Jarvis the bartender was still there. There was a new face as well, and Lazarus was asleep in a chair. But it was empty aside from that. "Hello, Jarvis," Maddox greeted, walking over to the bar but not sitting down. "Did I miss something?"