as the guild chat invite appeared, Erebus was just regaining his composure. He reached out and touched accept, his persona naturally shifting into place over his panicking 
"Greetings, Ragnar-san, Chiharu-Taichou"
he had still been getting used to the honorifics of the language, and spoke with a noticable american accent
"Are we the only ones online?
he checked his surroundings
"I am just outside the guild complex. would you like me to get a kettle heating while you two make your way here?"

Erebus asked, walking into the main lobby. The werecat stopped at the bank, retrieving his best gear and putting it on, purely a precaution, also taking out his surplus of dry herbs, stowing them in his dispensary bag. Herbalism had always been a hobby of his, and having maxed out the subclass he figured it would be best to be prepared.

"Heading into the guild hall now, I'll see both of you soon."

he disconnected from the chat and entered the guild's private zone, it was mid-size, just seven rooms, but plenty of space for everyone.
Turning to the hearth, he pulled out his pestle and mortar, required items for mixing herbal remedies, and a selection of leaves; chamomile, fever-few, and eyebright, gently crushing them along with some green tea leaves as he had done hundreds of time before, using strips of cotton, usually reserved for binding poultice onto wounds, and wrapped the blended leaved into sachets before placing a pot of water onto above the fire to boil.