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Glory munched on chunks of meat absentmindedly as she watched the guild hall. It was going peacefully until the unceremonial cry of [i]“FIST MAGIC”[/i] cracked through the air, and a poor soul went flying from a punch to the gut. Giving a sigh, Glory popped another chunk of meat into her mouth. Normally she would have intervened in the brawls that liked to erupt from time to time, but with the lack of jobs Glory figured that the more… Brutish of the guild members had to let their stress out somehow. Glory raised her index finger to cut another piece of meat, but was stopped by an approaching sense of motion approaching her side.

Glory paused in her motions precisely, a faint but audible click coming from the sudden stoppage of movement motors. Glory turned and looked down at her side, but saw nothing. Glory then turned a bit and blinked once when she saw Ceri cowering behind her. Letting out a slight sigh, Glory spoke softly. “You’re… Ceri, right? You never were one for fights, were you? Well. I guess you can hide. The bench is also an option, if you wish.” Glory turned back to her meal, but not before gesturing to the empty bench she sat upon. Glory wasn’t exactly [i]pleasant[/i] company, but it was company regardless. In an ironic twist the company of Glory quickly shot up in value when a Brawl was going on. As one of the tallest members of the guild, at least in any normal form, and an S class mage Glory was often one of the people that people didn’t like to start fights with. Not to mention the intimidating appearance of her arms was usually rather off putting as well.

Glory went back to what she had been doing previously, content in her non-involvement with the latest brawl that had overtaken the guild hall. Glory had just finished chewing on another chunk of meat when the distinct sound of heavyset footsteps approached. Glory once again halted her actions, another click coming from the sudden stoppage of movement motors. Glory looked towards the sound and blinked once as she fixed her gaze on Dreadlin. From the way Dreadlin spoke, Glory already could tell that he wanted something, and when he finally elaborated on what Glory raised an eyebrow briefly. “Dreadlin, right? You… Want a chunk? Why not just get your own…” Glory looked up towards the brawl that was happening, not paying attention to it, she noticed something that she hadn’t been paying attention to before: The brawl going on was perfectly obstructing the bar. Approaching it without wading into the brawl was likely impossible, and now Glory saw the reason why Dreadlin was mooching.

Letting out another sigh, this one more audible than her prior one, Glory finished her train of thought. “Oh. That would be why.” Glory looked down at what she had left, then took a side glance at Dreadlin. He was quite stocky, and most likely needed the meat to maintain his size and grow larger. Glory nodded slightly before she cut a fair mouthful from the chunk of meat and popped it into her mouth. Forcing the meat into her cheek for a moment, Glory retracted her claw into her fingertip before plucking the remainder of the meat from the platter.

Glory extended her arm, and said one thing before she would move on to chewing the meat she had taken for herself. “You owe me a favor.”