[center][color=4E7699][h1]Arcturus[/h1][/color][/center]

[b][i]CRASH![/i][/b]

That single sound cut through the guild hall's discordant din like a blade through air. The twin doors, oak and heavy, had been cast open as if they were no more than paper in the wind. In the center of the entrance, silhouette framed by the light reflecting off the snow, was [i]that man[/i]. Under both arms, he held two large casks, and from his shoulders, an azure cape billowed behind him, brought to life by the chill, northern breeze at his back. 

The blond took a single, powerful step forward and opened his mouth:

[color=4E7699]"Oh! I didn't mean to kick it [i]that[/i] hard. Jeez. Hope I didn't damage anything, heh,"[/color] Arc laughed, stomping snow from his boot. He set the casks on the floor, crouched down, and brushed snow and dirt from the intricate woodwork which he had so deftly kicked. After ensuring that nothing had been permanently damaged, he chirped. [color=4E7699]"Great! Sorry about that folks, I had my hands full, you see."[/color]

Arcturus gently closed the doors and flashed a thumbs up and a smile to the associated guildgoers. 

He picked up his casks and headed straight for the bar. [color=4E7699]"Morning everyone,"[/color] Arc greeted, setting the two kegs on the table. He turned his attention to Serana, [color=4E7699]"Worked a late shift at the brewery last night like you wanted me to. It was a [i]little[/i] bit longer than I expected..."[/color]

Of course, he had neglected to inform them that he should have been back yesterday afternoon rather than this morning, but those were little, unimportant details--especially in the face of free alcohol.

[color=4E7699]"...but on the plus side, I managed to score these babies right here! And this,"[/color] he put a hand into his armor and withdrew a small, brown sack of coins, which he dropped on the counter. [color=4E7699]"Here you go, please enjoy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got an announcement to make..."[/color]

Arcturus grabbed a cleaning rag from the other side of the bar and leapt up onto an empty table. Usually you weren't supposed to stand on tables, but this was more important than that. Unlike Nia, Arcturus was not aware of the quest posting that had been put up this morning. What he was aware of, however, was the grieving mother who had approached him in the street, begging for his assistance. It was not something he could simply ignore. No, this was something he [i]had[/i] to do, something he [i]swore[/i] he would do.

[color=4E7699][b]"ALRIGHT EVERYONE!"[/b][/color] the mage boomed, striking a power pose, [color=4E7699][b]"I'M GONNA NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE! MRS. WHITECLIFFE'S KID IS [i]MISSING[/i]! BUT THAT'S [i]OKAY[/i]! BECAUSE [i]WE'RE[/i] GONNA FIND HIM! IF YOU'RE WITH ME, THEN C'MON OVER![/b] 'Cause I gotta clean this table now. Please don't stand on the tables. Thank you."[/color]