[h1][color=7ea7d8][center][b]Menzai Isanami[/b][/center][/color][/h1]

For the time being he kept quiet, standing to the side waiting as three more would arrive to join the decently sized gathering. The first being a human male who gave off a rather uncomfortable magical sensation that likely indicated the use of dark magic and sensing it sent an unsettling shiver down his back. Use of dark magic was mostly frowned upon where he was from but the person seemed harmless enough though the lingering faint scent of blood soon had his nose crinkling in distaste. A turn of the head to see the heavily armored elf, who strangely enough did not introduce herself vocally but via a card she handed to the guild leader. Unlike the elf dressed in a somewhat overtly manner's strong magical presence the elf knight had little magic, even less than the guild master which was surprising though by the smell of blood lingering even on the clean armor being a good indicator that this one was a more physical fighter which was certainly rare in elven cases.

Another slight crinkle of his nose; adjusting to the smell, when another human arrived, whose size might cause others to mistake for an orc. yet, had the uncouth and rude mannerism of a brute with an ridiculously and obnoxiously large weapon to match. It irked him how humans saw him as some animal when a person such as this acted more like an uncivilized brute and the lack of treatment to the newly formed guild hall an example of such as not even a minute passing that he caused damage to the floor. A disapproving shake of the head as Menzai shifted his right arm to point at the cracked spot." [color=7ea7d8]A person of such size should take heed to be more careful. It is quite rude to go treating this establishment as your personal weapon rack.[/color]" He admonished the large human in a cooly calm tone then dusted off his left sleeve before slipping the back arm." [color=7ea7d8]And I suggest using his cut from missions to pay for such damages as seems fair.[/color]" He stated towards the guild leader before gliding his way over the mage making the cloaks.

A small frown formed at the thought of having to wear a cloak; especially one inferior to his haori but could hardly blame the mage. As his haori was made of special and rare materials not easily gained nor the technique of his tribe but seeing the elf mage gaining a shoulder cape and decided for something small." [color=7ea7d8]Menzai Isanami, mage. A short cape of shoulder length made of simple fabric please.[/color]" Addressing the maker; minutes later accepting the newly formed cape with a slight bow of the head." [color=7ea7d8]I offer my thanks.[/color]" With a rustling flick, he slipped the guild cape on then stepped back to where he previously stood to wait for this meeting to progress.