[color=92278f]"I knew I felt magic here,"[/color] a voice came from the door-less doorway. The mysterious young woman from before, the very same one that damaged the Hall, was standing like a silhouette in the middle of the entrance. She took a few steps forward and pulled her hood back on her cloak, revealing her face for the four standing in the wrecked room.

She brought a hand out from under her purple cloak, notably covered in golden grieves, and brought it to her chin.[color=92278f] "Either not everyone is here or this Phoenix Tail is a lot smaller than I imagined..."[/color] she mumbled to herself, mistaking the guild's name. After her conjecture, she pointed to Lazarus, being he looked the eldest, and began walking forward again. [color=92278f]"White guy. Where is the rest of your guild?"[/color]