[center][h2][color=E9967A][b]Nila Lionridge[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

The guild seemed to be a large place; even extravagant, to Nila's mind. Certainly, such a thing could and should have been expected from the reputations such places garnered, especially those looking to attract new mages and keep them in residence. Yes, it was ornate and extravagant, especially compared to the bare-bones guard building she'd grown accustomed to. The same guards that were so constantly tossed aside and beaten down by the more enthusiastic mages, who there'd no doubt be a few of in these halls. And for what? Coloured panes and opulent halls, apparently.

Fair to say her distaste for this place had been rather immediate.

But then, she had a job to do, and so maybe that was for the best. Hardly a good motivator if she'd gotten here and suddenly decided to love the place. Though at least she'd slept well enough, and she'd take her blessings where they came in that regard.

That being said, she'd woken rather early; a habit of hers. She had exercises to do each morning, more for the mental discipline than any true physical exertion, though keeping her strength up was certainly a welcome benefit. Her schedule was rigid and well-defined. First came exercise, then brief time to meditate on the day to come, and then finally she'd groom herself, dress as well as was needed, and be ready to face whatever the day might bring. She'd left herself more than enough time to arrive, of course.

She didn't bother with anything extravagant, but was sure to dress smartly. You were to dress well enough that it implied respect, but not so well that you were trying to rise above your station; a simple concept. After a moment's thought, she left her spear behind. The implied lack of trust would be unhelpful to say the least, and she was perfectly capable of fighting unarmed if the necessity arose. With that decision made, she left her room quickly and quietly, keeping up a steady pace as she made her way through the corridor. 

Better to be early than late, after all, if only because of the disrespect that tardiness implied. A bad start, especially if it were to throw off someone's rhythm for the day - disorganisation was the enemy of both good sense and appropriate planning. Once things had been set in stone, Nila was of the mind that the plans should be followed, if only to prevent any tragic miscommunication.

The well-built woman, therefore, walked rather inelegantly and with little pomp or ceremony. Her head, however, was held high, looking out at mages old and new with a proud gaze that seemed to seek out and challenge anyone who cared to meet it. It could even be seen as arrogance, though certainly a somewhat reserved sort. The route to the hall wasn't a particularly difficult one to memorise, thankfully. She'd paid stringent attention to it, better to gauge how much time she'd need to make her way there.

Perhaps she could simply have kept track of how long the walk itself took, but tour-givers tended to meander around far too much to be helpful. Better simply to get where you were going. By her estimate, she'd make it with a few minutes to spare. Though, that being said, she couldn't help noticing a voice from around the corner; frustrated, by the sounds of it.

Nila never was the sort to ignore someone in need, at least with matters so innocent as this, so she sighed and headed towards the voice. One of the other new arrivals, by the looks of it; at least she'd have an early opportunity to gauge the moral character of these people. She looked over the woman for a brief second - [i]small, wasn't she[/i] - before turning her gaze back to the walls and speaking a little abruptly.

[color=E9967A]"I know the path to the hall from here,"[/color] she paused, brow furrowing, [color=E9967A]"I, ah, assume that's where you're looking to go."[/color]

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