###Magnolia###

The streets of Magnolia were as bustling as usual, despite the local guild taking a field trip. While the news of Phoenix Wing's venture had spread quickly, it seems that there haven't been any sudden urges to commit crime while the wizards were away. On the other end of the scale, despite the news, there were some people that didn't know Phoenix Wing was out of town.

The person in the purple hooded cloak stopped in front of the Guild Hall, taking a moment to examine the front entrance. The figure stood at a fairly average height but had narrow shoulders and black boots visible underneath the cloak. They stepped forward, extending a tan, feminine arm towards the door. From the wrist to the elbow it was covered by a golden greave and the hand itself had a dark glove. It reached for the doors, giving them a solid push.

But the door simply moved slightly, remaining closed. The figure paused a moment before giving another try at opening the door. Once again, it remained closed. A feminine growl of frustration was heard as the other arm, wearing identical greaves and gloves, was placed against the doors to the Hall. Another shove was given but the locked doors remained shut. Rather than accepting the fact the front entrance was locked, the figure took a step back and hopped up slightly. Her right leg shot out from under the cloak, revealing a tan leg, and slamming the boot into the double-doors.

The entrance was shattered, blasting the doors across the Guild Hall and knocking over a table in the process. As the woman landed on the ground and let out an irritated sigh, she turned back towards the street. Several civilians had been walking by and were now stopped and staring at the spectacle. "Move along!" the woman shouted at them angrily, causing the bystanders to start walking at a very brisk pace. With that settled the cloaked woman stepped inside the Hall, taking a look around. If it wasn't obvious by the locked doors, it was obvious now that nobody was home. "Damn."