When the Guildmaster began to address Shalquoir, Charlotte decided that it was time for her to slip away and go see what the other guild members were up to. She beckoned for Makoto to join her, but the tired boy had already begun resting his head on the bar. She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at him. Deciding to leave him be, the spirited young girl hopped about the hall in hopes of finding something to entertain her. The constant rattling in the vents was particularly curious to her. She stared upwards towards the ceiling, tracing where the noise was coming from before quickly moving after it.

Shalquoir also took notice of the rattling noise, the beak of her mask tilted up to the ceiling where the sound was coming from. Not paying too much mind to it, she returned to stare at Chizuru as the guild master awoke. Admittedly, Shalquoir was somewhat impressed that someone who seemed to not even be out of her 20's could become the master of a wizarding guild. The rattling noise disturbed her thoughts. After a brief moment of silence between the two, Shalquoir spoke.
"It seems you may have a pest causing mischief up there. No matter, that isn't why I am here." The hunter pulled off her black hat, tucking it into her robes. Without her hat, you could clearly see her light brown hair tied neatly into a bun. A leather strap stroked the back of her head, keeping her crow mask in place. Shalquoir slowly loosened the strap, removing the mask. Removing the mask made her feel less humid, even if she wasn't used to not having it on. Shalquoir's wyvern eye flared red in reaction to the sudden light being shed on it. To someone without a keen eye for such a thing, they might even assume that the eye had belonged to a dragon.
"Much better," Shalquoir sighed in relief before noticing a young girl staring at her. In truth she only removed the mask to appear less imposing, which thankfully wasn't an issue for the Guild Master. "It appears you have a lot of young wizards at this guild. I'm no old bird but I'm not as youthful as I once was. Regardless, I will offer my services to the guild if you will have me. Hunting is my specialty. I've spent my life hunting wild, magical beasts and monsters and I intend to continue my work here in Fiore." Shalquoir held out her good hand to Chizuru in order to seal the deal.

Makoto had been listening in to the conversation while he rested his head, every so often sitting up to nibble on his apple. He was never really a morning person, but Charlotte was. Even though she had been waking him up at early hours, he still wasn't used to it and often lounged around the guild for a few hours until his senses came back to him. However, when the young girl came crashing down the stairs, he couldn't help but sit up and stare at her in surprise. Feon was quick to react, running over to her. Makoto also stood, thinking she may need extra assistance. Pulled out of his state of slumber, Makoto quickly made his way to the fainted girl to see Feon trying to slap her awake.
"Um, I don't think she'll wake for an omelette." He knelt down beside Feon, scanning the girl for injuries when she fell down the stairs.