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[color=e3dac9][b]Time of Day[/b][/color] [i]Early Morning[/i]
[color=e3dac9][b]Location[/b][/color] [i]Dormitory Kitchens[/i]
[color=e3dac9][b]Interacting with[/b][/color] [i][@CaptainMarvel][@OrkytheOrc][/i][/center]

Tensing at the sound of a new voice, one not from within, Willow nearly cut his finger off when chopping a newly shaved carrot. Turning to meet the new arrival, the Enuri saw another, one of his own kind. Truth be told, Willow never grew up among his people, but rather with merchant parents traveling the world. Even so, he was well aware of the Enri culture and to see another, this far away from their ancestral home was quite a rare sight, indeed. [b][color=e3dac9]"Eh, hey..,"[/color][/b] the young sorcerer managed, dropping carrot slices into the kettle. Though Blackmore had christened the meal a soup, one would be more accurate in considering it a stew. [b][color=e3dac9]"Heh, thanks,"[/color][/b] Willow proceeded with a soft smirk making itself to his face, those sharp teeth visible in a fanged grin.

[color=B89660]"Hah! Look at this,"[/color] Blackmore grinned, crossing his arms where he stood, close to the newly arrived Enuri. His hand came to trace its way across her pet's back, though a sound mind would separate fiction from reality. The scene took place in none other than Willow's eyes, and it would stay within his mind. [color=B89660]"She's cute, don't you think? Wonder how long she'll survive, here. I mean, she's got a dog, might help."[/color] Blackmore appeared next to Willow only moments later, leaning against his host with that trademark grin never leaving the shade's lips. It was an ironic sight, to be sure, as if looking at a chaotic reflection of Willow himself. That confident smirk, that air of absolute 'fuck all', a Blackmore himself described it. [color=B89660]"Do you think they fu-..?"[/color]

[b][color=e3dac9]"Welcome to the guild,"[/color][/b] Willow spoke, cutting his doppelganger off before he was able to finish the more controversial statement he was about to state. [b][color=e3dac9]"Uhm.., finding your way around?"[/color][/b] The boy continued, [b][color=e3dac9]"it's a big place and whatnot,"[/color][/b] he shrugged. [b][color=e3dac9]"Oh, I'm Willow, by the way. Heh, been here for a few months, now."[/color][/b] Still a novice and still new. One would be a fool to assume him more adept at the location. Despite the months spent at the guild, Willow had only attended his classes and been present at the kitchen and his room. The many countless halls and doors standing stall across the vast structure were still a mystery.

Though a prolonged conversation was quickly cut short at the sound of commotion in the hallways, Willow maintained his gaze at the girl for some time before eventually, a less than spectacular sight came to grace them. An orc, a presence which immediately brought forth a frown, Willow's eyes shifted to be fixed on the green-skinned creature. It was a scowl, to be sure, an expression hinting at disapproval and most of all, hatred. [color=B89660]"Hoe-lee shit![/color] Blackmore exclaimed, pointing at the orcish being. [color=B89660]"The freak's even more mental than you."[/color]

[b][color=e3dac9]"Mummy? Garlic..?"[/color][/b] Willow blinked, with a sigh. These creatures were all deranged. [b][color=e3dac9]"Stop messing up my kitchen,"[/color][/b] the Enuri glared, [b][color=e3dac9]"garlic doesn't work against mummies, they don't breathe...,"[/color][/b] the boy sighed. [b][color=e3dac9]"Is this an orc thing, or is there actually an undead within the guild? The latter's impossible so I'll chalk it down to the obvious."[/color][/b] Willow frowned. 

[color=B89660]"Hah! Savage.."[/color] Blackmore burst out laughing, sitting himself on the table as he watched the exchange.