[center][h2][color=aba000]Sara Hepburn[/color][/h2]
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The brawl surged on in the main Guild Hall, but it intensified with the introduction of Muko Zanthrax on the balcony. Sara blinked, surprised and also fearing for her safety. The Zanthrax descendant certainly channeled some of the power of his predecessors, if the books she read were any indication. He seemed to be charging up an attack too, something that scared Sara further. He must've been planning to pacify by force and uphold the peace. Sara had a tingling gut feeling that wouldn't happen.

Muko, with the war cry of [b][color=1b1464]"Void Dragon's Drop!"[/color][/b] resonating through the hall, then proceeded to follow up on his promise and leap off the balcony, striking with Magic capable of making snow and dropping the temperature of the room. Sara wrapped her arms around her shoulders, shivering. Her shakes were not only from the fact that she had been hit by the tailspin of the snow produced by his attack, but also the sheer intensity of Dragon Heart's strongest mage and his magical power. She certainly considered herself a capable Mage, not on top of the Guild but at least in tune with Magic, but Muko made her feel like an amateur. 

Dealing with the problem that the Guild Hall was now significantly colder (and the fact that she was only wearing a thin, short-sleeved top with a floral pattern), Sara raised a Silver Key from her keyring, one with a blazing fire at the top and a pointy hook at the tip. [b][color=aba000]O-open,"[/color][/b] she muttered, [b][color=aba000]"g-gate of the Furnace."[/color][/b] She was shivering even more heavily. Damn, why was it so cold?

[b][color=aba000]"Fornax!"[/color][/b]

A brilliant green Magic Seal appeared midair, before Fornax appeared, cocooned in glowing light. The light shifted into the shape of a massive, 7-foot-tall man, before it vanished, revealing the legendary Furnace, Fornax, a tall, mustachioed man wearing a chef's garb. Fornax gave a cheesy (but dedicated) bow. [b][color=ed1c24]"You called, m'lady?[/color][/b] 

Sara nodded with a sweet smile towards her spirit [b][color=aba000]"C-could you heat up the r-room a little, F-Fornax? It's a b-bit chilly in h-h-here."[/color][/b]

The prideful spirit laughed boisterously. [b][color=ed1c24]"As per your wishes, m'lady."[/color][/b] He snapped his fingers, and a small, microwave-like device appeared in a sudden burst of flames. [b][color=ed1c24]"Fire Magic: Heat Wave!"[/color][/b] His call caused the little furnace to release a visibly red wave of heat, the slush of the room melting into puddles of water, the chilly temperature warming significantly. 

Sara audibly sighed in relief as the warmth flooded the room. [b][color=ed1c24]"Thank you, Fornax."[/color][/b] She gave a polite wave goodbye as Fornax faded back into the Spirit Realm.

Sara turned to the newcomer at the bar, the Lost Magic mage Damian. Sara grabbed the pitcher at the edge of the counter and poured the alcoholic beverage (whatever it was) into the cup Dame was extending. [b][color=aba000]"Nice seeing you, Dame,"[/color][/b] she said sweetly, giving the fellow blonde mage a pleasant smile. [b][color=aba000]"How're you holding up?"[/color][/b]

[@pkken] [@MarsAdept]

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