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Glory was unphased by the sudden cold flooding the room. The loud yelling that Muko had decided to make use of was dampened by Glory's ears automatically, allowing her to stare in calm silence as Muko showed off to try and impress people that didn't need impressing. Thankfully for Glory, she was sitting quite a distance away from the epicenter of the brawl, and thus the snowfall and other slush hardly affected her. After a few moments of staring judgmentally at Muko for his excessive display Glory noted that Dreadlin decided to start yelling as well. This too was dampened, and a moment later Glory held her arm out towards the lizard man. From what Glory knew of lizards, they were cold blooded and thus could not adequately produce their own body heat. Glory produced a lot of body heat, and thus had a simple solution to the problem that would now be facing Dreadlin. With a series of mechanical clicks several vents dotted across Glory's arm opened, and a few moments later a sharp hissing sound was heard as heat was vented from them. This caused a plume of steam to engulf Dreadlin, but aside from the brief startle that the steam would provide, Dreadlin would find himself quite warm for a few moments at least.

Glory casually chirped. "Two favors." as she brought her arm back to a neutral position. Several more mechanical clicking sounds followed as the vents on her arm closed once again. Glory turned her attention now to Ceri, who had taken up residence virtually on top of Glory. Glory looked to Ceri, then back to Dreadlin, then back to Ceri before she quietly mused. "Ah, I see." and abided Ceri's presence. Glory even went so far as to shift her arm slightly so that it lay on the other side of Ceri. A sort of informal hand across the shoulders safety net. This didn't last long, however, as Ceri darted up and away to go and seek the shelter of Illedrith. Glory mentally shrugged and moved her arm back into place once more. Glory had missed the glare that Ladon had given her due to looking back and forth between Ceri and Dreadlin, but even if she didn't she merely would've locked eye contact, which most people didn't want to maintain.

Glory rose from the bench now, grabbing the empty platter she made her way over to the bar and returned it. With that, Glory turned and made for one of the many staircases in the room and ascended it. She chose to ignore Vega, Muko, and Illedrith at this time, as she wanted no business in the fight that they were possibly going to get themselves into. On most days Glory could be known as the fight-ender through her sheer size and ability to take punches with impunity, but not today. Just as with earlier: Glory figured that they needed some kind of vent for their stress, and if they needed to beat the tar out of one another to do it, then so be it.

Glory's chosen path brought her up to a ledge that overlooked the main room. Glory figured that this would be a good enough spot to passively observe the evolving situation in the guild's main hall from, and pulled a chair up to the railing. Glory gave a sigh at this point. She was quite disappointed with the state of the guild members, but there was nothing she could do about it. Aside from making jobs magically flood into the guild, but that was impossible even for guild masters.

Dragon's Heart seemed to have a problem then: Heroes, or anti-heroes, without problems to solve. Nothing to do day in and day out makes mages bored.