[centre][color=orange][h1]Jamie Beltras[/h1][/color][/centre]
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Jamie leaned back in her desk chair, stretching with apparent relish as she turned her gaze away from the paperwork spread across the rather expansive desk. Her writing instruments were in reach, and a letter she was just finishing off lay spread out in front of her chair. Her gaze moved to the rather large Lacrima that showed the main hall of the guild, and she watched a moment. The various members of her guild, even some people of Magnolia- those that might need shelter for a few hours, or a free meal were always welcome, and Jamie was always happy to see it happening. 

Her gaze moved to the main door, watching it for a moment, before it moved out through her office door- she rarely had it closed these days and couldn't really remember the last time she had had it shut. One thing about there no longer being secrets she had to protect was the openness, the relief... she sighed contentedly, her gaze roaming over the advertised job board, checking to ensure there were still plenty of jobs. 

She'd have to update it soon, but for months there had been advertised help for demons... for witches... for all manor of things, and that was one of the main reasons Jamie was calling a meeting of the other Guild Leaders. She had thought that for a while they'd be able to relax, rebuild... gather new members... and for a little while it was like that. It was becoming increasingly evident that she couldn't ignore the signs any longer. She'd been gathering as much intel as she could. She had even heard rumor's of an alliance, of the Dark Guilds- those that they hadn't wiped out, the cunning, the down right nasty- joining together. If there was even a slither of truth, then they had to act. 

As much as she wanted a few more years of peace... after everything... It just wasn't possible. They were as healed as they were ever going to be. As Light Guilds- as protectors- they had a responsibility. And she was sure that many wouldn't be opposed to a fight. Shaking her head, she glanced around the room, at the other Lacrima spread through it. Communication lacrima, teleportation lacrima, all, with various permissions, assigned to a person or place. Ways of talking without having to wait or travel. Many innkeepers through the world had one now, making it easier for jobs to be sent through, for rumor's to reach her, and other Guild Masters, faster. 

None shone with light- no messages yet. Rising, Jamie gathered the plate she was certain Jarvis had given her- the sandwich on it gone, barely any crumbs left. She hadn't remembered eating, but she had been deep into her research. She needed to check on Sammy, should check on the rest of the guild. Slipping out of her office, Jamie moved behind the bar, setting the plate aside to be washed and glancing to the man pouring a few drinks. A smile spread across her features, before she sighed. [color=orange]"They'll be here shortly"[/color] She turned to reach for a plate of food, setting it on the bar, and turning back towards Jarvis, for a moment content where she was.