Hiryu was just slowing to a halt from his morning run through the city, with his backpack. His heart was still racing although his body was stopped. He was heaving, with sweat trickling from his brow, but he faced the sky with closed eyes, basking in the early morning rays of the sun, the new wind of the day and the tingling sensation in his abdomen and legs from his work out. It was a euphoric pain to him, a pain that signalled to him that he was awake, that he was [i]alive[/i]. He stood there basking in the moment until he regained control of his respiration. He pulled up the hood of his jogging suit and folded his hands into the front pocket flap and walked the rest of the way to the guild hall. The door was already open when he arrived, with a girl he'd never met before in apparel similar to the figure of a crow bending down at the body of another girl he'd never seen before fainted and in ragged clothes. Without so much as glancing with curiosity, Hiryu calmly and silently stepped over the fainted girl without missing a stride or even slowing down. He moved directly to jobs board and glanced through the descriptions before sniffing and plucking off the job requiring merchant aid. 

Hiryu, like all the current members of Golden Dragoon, was fairly new to the guild, but he was a nomad and former gypsy as well as being one of the oldest members they had. He had never been a part of a guild before, but with his experience from his former clan, he knew that success, survival and progress could only come off the work and foundation of the first generations. The manner in which they could complete the initial jobs sent there way would dictate the ever-important first impression they gave to the people of Fiore. Were they competent? Were they reliable? Were they better than anyone else around? Hiryu immediately plucked this job with no discussion for 3 basic reasons. First off, he and his magic style were bred for transportation. The job struck a chord in him that it was right up his street. Second, he planned on proving himself the best transporter in the world. He could never pass up an opportunity to add to his accolades. Lastly, the job specifically requested 'mages' in plural, giving the expectation that one average mage wasn't enough. Representing Golden Dragoon by himself would give the guild some much needed street cred. 

Hiryu glanced and bobbed his eyebrows silently at his guildmates as he walked from the job board to the stairs. As he descended, he took off his pack and fished around inside, taking out a shower bag and a change of clothes before going into the guild bathroom. Hiryu didn't live in the guild, but every morning he was back in town he would finish his morning run by changing here.