[h3][color=lemonchiffon]Priscilla Duran[/color][/h3]
[right][color=silver]Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/color] | Magnolia
[color=silver][i]Interacting with[/i][/color]: [color=orange]Jamie Beltras[/color] [@MarshiestMallow][/right][hr]

Priscilla’s eyes glazed over a map of Magnolia whilst she enjoyed an invigorating cup of espresso at a quaint bakery overlooking the river that ran through town. The journey had exhausted her. She was grateful to have arrived ahead of schedule; thus giving her a moment of peace before the Guild Master’s meeting. Scanning the map, she spotted the Phoenix Wing guild hall clearly marked for the convenience of any travelers seeking the wizards for assistance. Yet it was not the guild hall she needed to find, but their master. She removed an object from within her robes, holding her closed fist over the map. A silver chain coiled around her hand, securing the intricately carved quartz pendant that hung to it as Priscilla released her grip. She stared at the delicate sway of the pendant; taking notice of the circular motion it made around the guild hall on the map. Drawing in breath through her nose, she closed her eyes and focused her energies on the map. In her mind she repeated the name of the one she wished to find.

[i][color=lemonchiffon]Jamie Beltras[/color][/i]. As clouds parted to reveal the light of the sun, a clarity filled her mind and presented her with a vision. A large pair of doors, a staircase, and then doors leading to an office. Divining someone’s specific location was not an easy feat in most cases, but Jamie’s energy was practically overflowing around Magnolia and the guild hall. It made sense, given she was the master. It just meant Priscilla had an easier time latching onto it. Opening her eyes, she stored the pendant away and folded up her map. Leaving behind a few jewels to tip the wait staff at the bakery before departing. She made her way through town, taking note of all that had changed since her last visit many years ago. She didn’t often have the chance to leave the Glade. This trip was indeed a breath of fresh air, even if it was business.

Approaching the familiar doors from her vision, Priscilla watched a young man accompanied by a cloud enter the guild hall. His outlandish and exaggerated expressions prompted a slight raised eyebrow.
[i][color=lemonchiffon]Perhaps a newcomer?[/color][/i] His excitement was contagious; even she found herself giddy at this chance to finally meet the Guild Masters of such legendary guilds like Phoenix Wing and Dragon Fang. She only hoped Wolven Pyre would one day be a name that incites hope as they do. Following behind him, she pushed the doors aside to find a hall packed to the rafters with rambunctious wizards. The energy inside the hall was intense; in the best way possible. So much positivity, love and comradery.

Priscilla moved through the hall with the certainty of someone who was very familiar with the building’s layout. Though this was her first time inside the building. Her earlier spell had made it clear where she ought to go, so there was no need to disturb anyone as she made her way up the stairs. A particularly loud group caught her attention - something about a battle? She’d heard this lot had a tendency to get rowdy. Disregarding it for now, she continued up the stairs and made her way to the office doors from her vision. She rapped her knuckles against the door to alert whoever was inside of her approach. Pushing it open with a turn of the handle, Priscilla was now face to face with the master of one of Fiore’s strongest guilds.

“[color=lemonchiffon]Pardon the intrusion,[/color]” She approached the desk Jamie was working at, closing the door behind her for privacy. “[color=lemonchiffon]My name is Priscilla Duran, I am the master of Wolven Pyre.[/color]” Lowering herself into a polite curtsy, the witch then held her hand out in greeting to her fellow master.
“[color=lemonchiffon]It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Jamie Beltras.[/color]”

[h3][color=firebrick]Bullet[/color] and [color=silver]Zhulie Pesta[/color][/h3]
[right][color=silver]The Tribunal[/color] | Silverbranch Glade
[color=silver][i]Interacting with[/i][/color]: Regan Hadou [@CitrusArms][/right][hr]

On their way back to the guild hall, Zhulie had stopped to listen to the rustling of leaves as though something had caught her attention. Oblivious to the shift, Bullet sauntered along with a hearty yawn, looking over his shoulder to see his companion dead in her tracks.
“[color=firebrick]Keep up, kid! I’m starving.[/color]” He yelled, holding his hands against the low rumble of his stomach. He paused when he noticed Zhulie hadn’t said anything in return; turning around to find her face to face with a great, brown furred wolf. His eyes widened in horror, lunging forward with his fists at the ready as he went to call out to her.
“[color=firebrick]Zhulie get dow-![/color]”
“[color=silver]It’s okay, Bullet.[/color]” She interrupted with her arm outstretched at him, her other hand scratching the wolf behind its ear. “[color=silver]She’s one of Priscilla’s wolves. Aw, who’s a good girl? Yes you are![/color]” She was practically squishing it’s face together while it’s tail wagged in delight. Bullet’s fists were still tensed, a bead of sweat dripping down his face.
[i][color=firebrick]These damn witches and their pets[/color][/i]. His pride was a little hurt that he’d failed to sense the wolf before Zhulie. He really had gotten sloppy over the last month - his senses were usually much sharper than that.

The wolf gently nudged the side of Zhulie’s face with her nose, turning around to point in the direction of the Tribunal.
“[color=silver]What is it girl?[/color]” Zhulie looked into the forest, wondering what she could be warning of. Without warning the beast took off that same way, stopping to look back at the pair with impatient yelps.
“[color=firebrick]Think she wants us to follow her?[/color]” Bullet pondered. Truthfully he’d rather be back to the hall getting some grub, but his time at Wolven Pyre had taught him not to turn his nose up at nature when it was offering assistance or needed help. All those damn lectures from Priscilla were starting to sink in it seemed.
“[color=silver]Maybe there’s someone in the glade?[/color]” Zhulie suggested, beginning to walk after the wolf. “[color=silver]The wolves usually keep Priscilla informed of any intruders, but she isn’t here today.[/color]” The pair followed after the wolf, leading them back to the tribunal and directly in view of a middle aged lady who seemed to be passing through.

Huddled behind a bush, Bullet observed the stranger for a moment before whispering into Zhulie’s ear.
“[color=firebrick]I think they’re a traveler, we should let them be-[/color]”
“[color=silver]Hey! Miss! What are you doing here?![/color]” Zhulie called out, stepping forward to greet Regan while Bullet sat with his jaw to the ground. The wolf nuzzled up against him, expecting a treat for her service to the guild. Bullet turned out his pockets with a shrug, prompting an annoyed [i]huff[/i] from the beast before she bounded off into the glade and out of sight. 

[h3][color=darkseagreen]Henri Baptiste[/color] and [color=silver]Meredith Clagnan[/color][/h3]
[right][color=silver]Wolven Pyre Guild Hall[/color] | Silverbranch Glade
[color=silver][i]Interacting with[/i][/color]: [color=9e0b0f]Argus Leandros[/color] [@Raijinslayer][/right][hr]

“[color=9e0b0f]Maybe I should try working out. . . but I'm not out of shape, and muscle just doesn't build on me. . . uggggh.[/color]” Meredith offered a sympathetic pat on the head as Argus slumped down onto the bar counter. Looking over at Henri, she used her free hand to first gesture to him and then to poor Argus. He pointed a finger at himself with a puzzled look on his face. What was he supposed to say? Meredith’s glare grew fierce as she gestured one more time. Throwing his hands up in acceptance, Henri hopped over a few stools to sit next to his forlorn comrade. He gave him a hefty pat on the back while he whinged about his lady troubles.
“[color=darkseagreen]Ah, come on Argus![/color]” Henri cheered, beaming from ear to ear. “[color=darkseagreen]Plenty of scrawny lads like yourself are in happy relationships.[/color]” Meredith suppressed a scream, pressing her fingers into her temples while mouthing a harsh ‘[i]what[/i]’ to Henri. He shrugged his shoulders at her, thinking his words endearing enough.
“[color=silver]What Henri means to say is,[/color]” Meredith stepped in before Argus’ self esteem could become shattered further. “[color=silver]Your looks aren’t the issue when it comes to your courting woes. Lydia isn’t some prize to be won with smooth words and debonair charm. She’s a person. Simply put, you’re trying too hard.[/color]”

“[color=darkseagreen]How is that any better than what I said?[/color]” Henri practically winced at Meredith’s harsh assessment. Telling Argus he was overeager was just as bad at pointing out his lithe build. Meredith shrugged.
“[color=silver]I’m just being honest. The best way to a woman’s heart is to be genuine. However,[/color]” She began to rummage through her shelves, huffing under her breath about some misplaced vial.
“[color=silver]Ahah![/color]” She exclaimed triumphantly, lifting a small, red bottle from her stash. “[color=silver]I knew I still had some left. Nothing like a little aphrodisiac to really get things going.[/color]”
Henri stood up and reached for the vial, but Meredith’s grip was surprisingly resilient for someone of her age. The two struggled to seize control from one another for a good while.
“[color=darkseagreen]You are not giving him that![/color]” Henri couldn’t believe Meredith would even suggest it. What happened to treating Lydia like a person? Slipping her a love potion didn’t line up with his idea of respectful courting practices.
“[color=silver]Oh don’t be such a stick in the mud! This stuff landed me my second husband.[/color]” Throwing an empty glass at Henri as a distraction led to Meredith being able to wrest control of the potion. The pint struck him right in the center of the nose, sending the larger man reeling back over his stool and to the ground with a heavy thud.
“[color=silver]Besides,[/color]” Meredith began, tucking the little vial away. “[color=silver]There’s only a little left and I can’t create anymore on my own. I have to save it for one of my gentleman callers.[/color]” Henri was finished with this conversation. He stood up and sat back down next to Argus and leant in to offer a bit more words of encouragement.

“[color=darkseagreen]I’m sure Lydia will settle down after a while. Maybe next time you see her you should apologise. Try being genuine like Meredith suggested.[/color]” He slung a friendly arm around the younger mage's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him with some brotherly affection. “[color=darkseagreen]Plus, you’re always welcome to come train with me if you want to work on building some extra muscle.[/color]”