[@Noodles]

The servant was quick to refresh Cools drink whenever the need arose and hovered in the area like a ghost, clearing away the dishes and food that had gone to waste when the members were called away with practiced efficency. In a matter of moments it was only Cool left in the great hall with the occasional visit from one servant or another checking up to make sure the new resident was comfortable as they waited for the Guildmaster to make his appearance.

The long wait was over when Overzealous glided in, phasing through a section of the wall with his ethereal forms clothing fluttering in a wind that simply was not there. A quick glance to the servant and he nodded, approaching the young gentleman.

[@Noodles]

"Greetings. I am told you were expecting me so I apologize for keeping you, this new world has kept me occupied. Were you waiting long?"

Overzealous was not a powerful looking being but his lack of a body or face might have been unsettling now that it was truly his form. The words spoken had an eerie echo to them as his moved beside the young arrival. 
That thought was in itself rather unsettling. Their location had been difficult to approach, Zeal mused, so getting visitors at all seemed bizarre. 

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[@Shadowman215]

The guard gave a quick up and down of the newcomer, recalling how Solace looked before to confirm the mans identity before allowing them in. The title they gave was an uncommon one but to his sensibilities this was indeed that very man. 

"Ah, Master Solace. Did not mean to detain you needlessly. Please, come in. The Guildmaster is seeing to a traveler in the main hall while other members deal with pests. Big hole in the servants quarters trapped some of our boys in a rockslide, probably leading into the mountain. Boss man will probably have a task for ya on the inside."

From his secure area at the side of the doors, the guardsman waded through angle deep snow to the entrance and breathed a word of magic to release a blast of scorching flames that turned the piling snow into steam within seconds to leave a wide patch of stone and dirt free infront of the doors. With the pommel of his sword there was a series of knocks issued before sheathing the weapon at his hip.
The door swung open enough to let Solace enter before closing behind him. A single servant, a female dressed in a black maids dress with an apron and leather boots. Bowing to Solace, she motioned down the hall to the Great Hall.

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[@Lucius Cypher][@Tim]

Stitch had hung back from the corridor at Marchs instruction and so had failed to see him strike down his foes or catch the fleeing Garefs pass him by, so when the combat started and the various skills had been cast, Stitch was positive the man was being overrun. How that had occured to these low level enemies after having slain dozens on the way in he did not know but offering assistance was all he could do.

"[Greater resistance], [Blessing of Fortitude], [Blessing of Greater Striking], [Will of Light]."

The spells were not powerful but each one added boosts to natural skills, with Striking increasing raw damage output on basic attacks. Fortitude added a large amount of bonus armor that stacked with Greater resistance at the cost of magical resistances. Will of Light was a defensive spell that would cast a blinding light whenever the opponent landed a hit, momentarily blinding. If these were higher level opponents then it wouldn't be effective though.