[center][h1][color=662d91][b]Menzai Isanami[/b][/color][/h1]

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Unsure of what that dangerous sensation he had felt or that shadow he glimpsed but after several seconds of waiting in his defensive crouch did he relax and stand back up. Seeing no more hint of the foreboding shadow nor any sign of an attack following up was the white robed individual able to relax or at least his level of such, his body still remaining somewhat tense simply due to being in such an unfamiliar place.

Taking a glimpse on the unexpected child and some unknown adult who he was able to discern wasn't her parents by their scents being too different though she seemed in no danger either. And so, the hooded figure contemplated trying once more with the guild, when the door opened not long after where a few individuals stepped out in a group; possibly members of the guild as they seemed to be talking of a quest. Then the sight of the strange metal object much smaller than those detestable vehicles moving and following with them and...talking? His ears flicked beneath the hood, catching snippets while trying not to pry too much into their private conversation to learn they needed to get this talking automaton to some destination but decided best not to delve in much more wishing not to be rude much like the woman who faintly gave off the smell of blood so rudely burst out.

Waiting for the group to walk on to do their errand while briefly observing the metal thing following in tow, finding this one looked at least more appealing and carried the oddly out of place smell of cookies.

Using his hands to fixed his wrinkled and bunched up haori then placed his hands back into the sleeves and quietly stepped his way into the guild building. [s]no longer blocked by the impassible barrier that is a door to his relief[/s]

Turning his head to and fro, inspecting the place to find it was warm and cozy and while it was nothing glamorous or prestigious like some of the guild images shown to him by the council. Yet, it had that more welcoming feel and most importantly wasn't overly well known nor big; perfect for him to keep out of sight and work from behind the scenes.

Menzai saw some others grouped up at the table though they seemed busy in conversation and thought to leave them be. Besides, he needed to meet with the leader to talk about the proposition of joining and set out to do just that.

Hardly a few steps taken into the establishment though before a woman seemingly young but the scent of hers seemed off though what, he was uncertain. Whatever the case, he chose not to inquire about it not wanting to come off rude as he gave his greeting and name in a manner too formal for the average people but this was simply the way he addressed himself to others. The two had a discussion and respectfully declining the suggestion of removing his hood as he felt it best to wait till he was a bit more comfortable and met some of the guild members before doing so. Afterwards, requesting to join the guild, where he soon received the mark on the left back of his hand in a light purple, a shade nearly matching that of his hair with some strands hanging from the right corner of his hood.

The guild leader whose name to be Torys seemed a peculiar but interesting person as he imagined Fenixtear was filled with such individuals if they were brave or foolish enough to take on a dragon.