[center][h1][color=violet]Reylan[/color] & [color=ec008c]Alisea[/color][/h1]
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Reylan returned to his room shortly after escorting Kyo to hers, she didn't seem to understand why everyone was getting in a huff about the skull-mask girl. The last thing he needed was Kyo to wander off looking for the skull-mask girl and get into trouble, that curiosity of hers was beginning to grow the more she felt comfortable being among the guild. The weight of his clothes and equipment was lifted as he went through the menu, leaving nothing but a plain pair of dark purple boxers and a white t-shirt. He sat down at the desk and pulled out the blank book he had been using to sketch in.

On the left side he drew Uchaka's mask but in a far more sinister design, one befitting of a ruthless murderer. However on the right side he drew something different. Painstakingly he drew the image of Uchakah sitting alone at her table, a bright red name tag marking her for all to see. Dark shadows drawn whispering to each other were slowly closing in as Uchaka looked down solemnly at the table. Reylan took a moment to look at both sides of the picture, trying to see the truth of his own thoughts in them. 

The person he saw looked more like the picture on the right. Marked. Tagged. Alone. A soft sigh escaped him as he closed the sketch book. Murder was something he just couldn't stand knowing the stakes of this game. However...perhaps that's why she committed the murder in the first place. It was possible that she had been put in a position where the only way to survive...was to kill. A pang of anger went through Reylan at the thought.

He moved towards the bed now far more tired than he previously was. Tomorrow was going to be long day...then again every day was now. People continued to rely on his for leadership and he would never betray that trust. No matter what happened in the future, he would guarantee that his guild-mates, his friends were taken care of. With that last thought, he drifted off to sleep.
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Reylan and Alisea were seated at their spot amidst the numerous tables. He might not always agree with Alisea's point of view but she knew how to dissect a person's intentions like a surgeon...and that was why she was there, that and he trusted her the most. He watched carefully as Aramo took the stage and introduced himself. [color=violet][i]So this was the guildmaser of the Astral Blades?[/i][/color] He thought as Aramo began to speak. All of Talrae? It seemed to him like a good portion of the players were missing from this meeting. Basic laws and guidelines? The game already had that established within the in-game governments, though a support system was a more viable addition.

When the time came to vote to approve this organization, it came all too quickly and all too fast. Reylan had actually been one of the few who raised their hands and despite the pressure from the room, remained true to his vote. It was not that he directly objected to the concept of a player-run government running alongside the game's but this was moving along too quickly and with far too reservations. The next thing said particularly grabbed his attention that confirmed a observation. A whole two-thirds of the players were not here and he wanted to establish the organization BEFORE getting the rest of their votes? Suddenly a bad feeling pooled in his stomach about this whole idea.

[color=ec008c]"Clever.  Using Aramo's special drop item and this rare gathering of essentially everyone in Talrae, Reinor took the opportunity to advertise their guild.  The more players who feel indebted to the Imperial Saints, the more power his guild will have."[/color]

[color=violet]"We don't have that kind of leverage but I think it would be a mistake to sit here without a word, don't you?"[/color]

[color=ec008c]"It would.  Everyone is going to use this chance to claim more power, be it control or wealth.  This is a golden opportunity.  For example, one entrepreneuring Guild-master might try to establish a private military which would supersede the town guard."[/color]

A combined player base would easily be able to take over whatever in-game government there was and in the process create a dangerous split from the rules of the game, which excluding the death part had been fair. The only part of this whole facade that sat right with him was the joint front for clearly floor dungeons. That made the most sense out of everything stated so far. In any case, he could stay silent no longer.

[color=violet]"I have to agree with you on that. I'd rather not be tying our hands and feet just to be part of this. I believe its time I made the Legion of the Wolf's voice heard."[/color] With that he stood from his seat "Aramo, I would like to say something." Reylan was done messing around being leader. It was time for him to grow a true spine [color=violet]"My name is Reylan, guildmaster of the Legion of the Wolf. While I'm still in favor of this organization, I have to admit I have my reservations. First off, I don't believe it is a good idea to rush establishing a government without the consent of the other players. A vote based purely on just the guild-masters? That is foolish. Secondly, I must ask how will these 'public finances' be obtained? Finally, who will be in charge of this group? A collective without some kind of speaker is hardly effective at actual decision making."[/color] Somehow he already knew Aramo would suggest himself as the figure head.

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Kyo sat silently alongside River as the meeting began, eyes fixated on the stage. She managed to understand some of the concepts that were being talked about, having picked up it from the guild. It appeared to amaze her that so many 'adventurers' were gathered one place then she suddenly broke her silence after they talked about attacking the floor dungeon [color=pink]"River."[/color] She said with almost hopeful eyes [color=pink]"Are you going to go?"[/color] Her voice carrying that excitable softness it tended to.
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