Morgan, whom had entered the guild hall alongside Terra, had barely any time to give an answer to her guildmate’s question before it was answered on its own. In fact, in what seemed like a very short time span, quite a few faces had popped up into her line of sight. Of course, she recognized fellow members of Fairy Tail when she saw them, for aside from Guild Mark that they shared, their personalities were as eccentric as they could get. Before she could step in and introduce herself to anyone, however, the very recently closed doors of the guild hall burst open once more. Turning towards the door, Morgan freezes, an expression of utter surprise shown on her face. This expression gives way as her body begins to tremble, her eyes watering as she fights back tears of joy as three silhouettes appear. The one in the center steps forward, wearing what was to the young tactician a familiar black traveling cloak. Beneath the shade of the cloak’s cowl, a smile was all that could be seen. The figure outstretches his hands, openly greeting everyone before him with this gesture. “Fairy Tail...what a sight for sore eyes!”