"Hey boss, not late am I?" a graying dark-purple haired oriental asked rather nonchalantly as he entered the large meeting hall. He wasn't really dressed extravagantly or professionally, just a jacket around the same color as his hair along with sneakers and black pants. He also didn't look very physically imposing, more sick all things considered, but that was a discussion for another day.

A cursory glance around the room revealed that there were indeed quite a few people gathered in the area, some gathered around and about, and at least one hidden in the roof, whom Kazanari took a look up at and gave a nod towards in order to acknowledge that, yes, he can see her. The makeshift mage then shifted his attention from the rest of the group to the one he called 'boss', a man by the name of Jacob Lightwood who had taken him under his wing for the past year and taught him some snazzy tricks to use. He presumed that at least half of the people there were associates of the half-elf he had heard of quite a few times but never actually got to meet. Perhaps the others were like him, other people who got to 'learn from the best,' that'd be an entertaining enough thought.