Isabella sat at the far end of the bar looking quite flustered. She wore a sour pout whilst ceremoniously brushing a light dusting of a rose pigmented blush against her fair skin. In her outstretched palm lay an antique hand mirror with a floral pattern engraved into the worn brass. The young lady worked with a meticulous focus, yet her efforts seemed to begat no satisfaction. A light brush of pigment here, a carefully measured out blend there; it seemed nothing she tried was right. With a most un-ladylike grunt, Isabella snapped her mirror shut and folded her arms across the counter in frustration. Her gaze met with a slightly crumpled piece of paper with an almost illegibly written scrawl.

She leered at the letter addressed to her from the Magic Council as if it were a venomous viper and not a formal summon. In truth, the letter had put her out of sorts for a few days now. It was only today that she had decided to bring it to the Guild, hoping to discuss the proposition made to her with Master Jamie. She stared carefully to the side, watching Ferrin argue with the aforementioned Master over some matter regarding Tenrou Isle. Isabella wasn’t savvy to the details, but it seemed as though Jamie had more important matters to attend to than Isabella’s childish nerves.

[i][color=MediumPurple]Perhaps.[/color][/i] Isabella thought to herself, tucking the troublesome invitation away inside her corset. [i][color=MediumPurple]Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to dwell on the matter for a few more days.[/color][/i]

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Not far from the Guild Hall, Bullet was spending his morning lounging on one of the higher branches of a magnificent oak. It was no surprise to anyone to see him slacking off, though this time he had admitted to feeling more lethargic than usual. It had started a few weeks after returning from Crocus with the conclusion of the Grand Magic Games. Tasks he once found simple suddenly became a chore, he couldn’t train for as long as he’d used to and his magic was feeling slightly weaker too.

When he had sought medical help, the doctors diagnosis was inconclusive; though he suggested that he take some time off. Though as the days drowned out into weeks, Bullet found himself becoming more irritable with nothing to pass the time. It was on this sunny morning, lazing around in a grand oak tree, that Bullet decided that he needed some action. Leaping down from his perch, Bullet landed in a knelt position which placed more strain on his body than it should have. Wincing from the unexpected pain, Bullet quickly stood up and soldiered through as though he had to prove to himself he wasn’t some wimp.

With that, the young man departed towards the guild in hopes of finding a likeminded comrade who would help satiate his ache for an exhilarating adventure.

[hider=Mentions][@Caits] Jamie Mentioned, no interaction.[/hider]