[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Argus Leandros[/color][/h1][/center]

Argus trails a finger along the brim of his small glass as he listens to Henri and Meredith, a grin popping as they both seemed receptive to his little suggestion. The mention of Priscilla, however, brought with it a . . . distant expression. His thoughts turn to when he'd first talked with the guild master, and then to something deeper in his gut. Even now, as he watches the other two joke around, he can feel that all familiar twisting weight in his gut. As if sensing his attention, it only grew worse. A twinge that rolled into a rumble, as if something was trying to break out. It wasn't until Henri bumped into him that Argus'attention came back to the present moment.

[color=9e0b0f]"Wha-"[/color] Was all the young man had to say as he saw the handful of almonds get slung into the air overhead. Quick on the draw, he leans back in his chair as he requips a pair of light blue gloves raising them up as if to catch the falling nuts. While he had been caught off guard due to his introspection, Argus was more than confident enough in his ability to manipulate just enough of the almond's with his puppeteer's gloves to- wait why was he still falling backward.

[i]BANG![/i]

So fixated was Argus' attention on the task Henri had sprung on him, that he didn't realize just how far he had leaned back on the stool until it was already too late to course-correct, leaving the poor young man laying on the guildhall floor, covered in almonds, just as not only Shiro, but several other guild members and a new person walked into the place.

[color=9e0b0f]". . . Owwwwwwww."[/color]

Rather than get up and try to regain some measure of his dignity, the drifter mage merely drags his cap over his face and stays exactly where he lay on the floor. He was, in fact, part of the floor. That was the only explanation good enough to not send him into a spiral as he realizes just how much of an idiot he must've looked in front of so many people. It was the only way to ignore the coiling feeling in his gut grow ever more tumultuous as he focuses on trying to take deep breaths, despite the pounding in his head from where his skull had hit the ground. 

[color=9e0b0f][i]It's fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine. Just. Keep. Breathing.[/i][/color]

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[center][h1][color=goldenrod]Silver Wolf[/color]
 Dragon Fang Guildhall[/h1][/center]

Despite his best efforts, Enma's boisterous announcement and appearance from behind Silver Wolf sent the man's nerves alight. While outwardly he only showed the slightest bit of stiffened posture and a quick glance behind him, internally his heart had jumped into his throat. Luckily, the newcomer that the other guild members were fawning over proved to be enough of a distraction to hopefully take enough attention off the martial artist so he could better compose himself. Unlike the young girl, the fact that Enma was an Oni was not a subject of fascination for him, but semi-constant unease. He'd grown up hearing stories of Oni and other such beings, and while he had interacted enough with Enma to know he was no monstrous demon. . . it proved difficult to shake the unease he still felt around the man.

It was around the time that Ash came into the guildhall all loud, brash, and carrying all the discipline of a yet-to-be housebroken pup, that Silver Wolf managed to get himself back into order. 

[color=goldenrod]"I believe they're a prospective guild member perhaps? Or at the very, least, stopping by to get a lay of the place."[/color] Silver Wolf offers the young lady a short bow, hands clasped in front of him as he beams with a warm smile of welcome. [color=goldenrod]"Whether you've come to join us or not, I am pleased to make your acquaintance Ms. Keiko. My name is Silver Wolf, a B rank mage of the guild. If you do join, I'm also known to give a few lessons on self-defense and proper breathing technique, as Dragon fang jobs tend to be a bit more physically demanding than other guilds. Knowing a little hand-to-hand combat will always come in handy for it, no matter what kind of magic you practice."[/color] After finishing up his greeting to the newcomer, the martial artist walks over to grab his pack from by the door, giving Enma a small nod as he passes by.

[color=goldenrod]"My training was rather well, Ms. Cailyn. I might try looking to do a Job later on if the guild master doesn't have any business for us all, been a little while since I've last gone out. Anyone else looking for work at the moment?"[/color] Sliver Wolf slung his pack back over his shoulder as he gave out the open invitation, hand on his hip as took a second to await replies.

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