[h1][color=firebrick]Malakaus Vorinclex[/color][/h1] Healthy | Angeli Pallidus Guild | Getting his cloak [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/7iJKKu5.png[/img][/right]

Malakaus stood quiet, stoic, as more and more people gathered. However there was a moment where his attention shifted away from the guild leaders. And it was when a particular elf appeared. Malakaus could not help himself; a small gasp left his breath. [color=firebrick]"[abbr=Moonlight]Drautran[/abbr]..."[/color] She was still as beautiful as he last saw her. Malakaus turned his head to look at her, but soon turned his attention back to the guild master. He already knew that past was behind him. There was no going back to it now. He needed to focus on the path ahead of him. The guild master directed everyone to a different mage making cloaks. Their uniforms apparently. Malakaus was one of the first to approach the crafter. [color=firebrick]"Warrior."[/color] Once he would receive his cloak, Malakaus would go back to standing where he was before. Though he noticed one of the newcomers just stabbed his sword into the ground. Though his expression was hidden behind his mask, Malakaus felt disgusted seeing how crude his weapon was. Nothing more than a stone hewed into the shape of a sword. It reminded him of children who thought a sharpen rock was a keen blade. He didn't say anything to the stranger who did the damage, but he did turn to the elven guildmaster.

[color=firebrick]"I can fix that. For a price."[/color]

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[h1][color=chocolate]Nox Nyctores "Barrel" [/color][/h1] Healthy | Angeli Pallidus Guild | Getting his cloak [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/JsQsjM4.png[/img][/right]

After hunting down someone's breakfast, Nox was pretty full. He now had the energy to go about the rest of his day, which mainly involved finding a high spot to lounge, flirting with some of the local women, and maybe shooting at some birds with his magic. It was honestly such a grind for the young cat, and he wished there was more he could do with himself. Which of course reminded him that his current caretaker was joining up some guild. A Monster Hunting Guild. Nox hadn't really fought against monsters in a while, but if this guild was new he doubt they'll be going after anything too big. It was a good time as any to try and knock some rust off his claws. So the little cat jumped off a rooftop, safely landing on the pavement below and made his way over to the guildhall. There he could see a bunch of people gathered up and getting cloaks. He also saw his current caretaker, but he was fortunately distracted. So just to preserve the secret, Nox would trot over to the mage making cloaks. He wouldn't mind having a cloak himself. Seeing the options, he went and put a paw on the mage symbol. Hopefully they would have cloaks his size.