[center][h2][color=9e0b0f]Marduk[/color][/h2][/center]
[i]Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap.[/i]

The tip of his cane clacked quite audible on the floor of the guild as he walked towards his comrades gathered about the bar. The old man had just gotten up from slumber himself. He found himself sleeping longer and longer hours these days. He'd like to attribute it to age, though it might also be from the lack of activity going around. There hasn't really been much going on, the past week. He kept himself busy when he could of course, keeping house and generally watching the door, but such activities didn't really get the blood pumping, not to mention dear Ria (bless her heart) did her fair share of chores, which lessened the amount of work he had to do.

He considered asking her to leave a bit more to him. With how things were, he may just end up sleeping all day, then he'd be an old man in mind and in body!

[color=9e0b0f]"I see you're all up and about,"[/color] he chuckled as he came into view. He heard them before he saw them, and nodded to them all. [color=9e0b0f]"A good morning to everyone. I hope haven't missed anything. Sometimes it feels like I sleep for days on end, ha!"[/color]

The old man pulled a seat next Lavinia, letting his cane hang off the backrest. The girl was being her usual self, which was to say amusingly evil, and Marduk gave her thumbs up. [color=9e0b0f]"So how goes your hostile take over of our unfortunate guild? Not well I hope, I quite like it as it is."[/color]