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[color=bdbdbd]Sariel recoiled as the elven boy responded, someone that young was the guild leader? [color=B149B4]"Ah... Oh... Euhm... Sorrui..."[/color] The flustered elf mumbled, her cheeks and ears turning a darker shade of red as she took a quick bow before the boy. Raising back up, she brushed some of her silver hair behind her ear; who could've guessed an elf that young would lead a guild? Thankfully, the arrival of another new member brought in some welcome distraction, allowing Sariel to quietly slip away.

Making her way up to the textile mage, Sariel couldnt help but massage the bridge of her nose. What a great first impression she'd just made, with the guild master nonetheless. She was so lost in her thoughts she accidentally bumped into Malakaus's back. [color=B149B4]"Ah... Apologies."[/color] She muttered, not having realized yet that this was the same orc she'd spend considerable time with. She had missed his earlier introduction and with all that armor covering him up, she didnt recognize him either.

They'd met up several years ago and after the orc expressed an interest in magic, Sariel took him on as a sort of pet project of sorts. Of course, it was impossible to cram well over 500 years of magical knowledge into the orc's mind in the short time they were together, but by the time they parted ways, Sariel had actually managed to teach him a few fundamentals of magic. The reason they split was as simple as it was vain, once Sariel saw the orc had reached his limit in magical capabilities, she simply grew bored of him and parted ways with him.

Smiling, the elf stepped up to the textile mage. [color=B149B4]"Sariel, mage."[/color] She cooed. [color=B149B4]"If possible, could I receive my cloak in the form of a shoulder cloak? Thin fabric if possible, with a softer hem lining the neck to prevent chafing."[/color] She added. The outfit she wore wasnt just for show... Well, partially at least. Casting magic was a tiresome business, much like exerting your body. It helped her cool down by giving her skin plenty of room to breathe.[/color]

[hider=translations]"Sorry"[/hider]