[h3][color=black][b]Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/b]
Rutger Artz[/color][/h3]

The traveler whirled as if he was being attacked, practically jumping out of his skin when the other man called out to him. As he did so, the doors, barely standing as it was, fell inwards with a loud thump.

"Oh geez, you scared me!" the traveler said, holding a hand over his chest to try and still the machine-gun pulse of his heart. "B-but, no, I'm not a member of the guild. I'm actually looking to join up." He looked at the newcomer, tilting his head slightly. Obviously this person wasn't part of the guild either, but then who was he and why was he here? A client, perhaps? "My name's Rutger Artz, currently freelance mage. As for Phoenix Wing, I'm a bit worried...it almost seems like something bad might have happened here..."

With that, he looked for the first time into the guild, and his eyes grew wide when he saw the upturned and smashed furniture. Something bad had indeed happened here, but what? Slowly, tentatively, he took a few steps into the building, and began looking around with his mouth agape.