The Fenix Tear messhall boasted two floors. One, the ground floor. Constantly being rebuilt and refurbished from all the chaos that ensues. A typical tavern setting amped to 11, just a Ur wanted it. Chaos, whimsy, and conflict all wrapped into one floor. If only Ur could see the operational cost and insurance price of the mess hall alone...
	The second floor was much more private. Not because it was secluded or off limits, but because all the young bloods, hotshots, and adoring groupies always seemed to congregate where the action is. Its because of this that Ifrit almost exclusively drank and ate at his corner booth on the second floor. If asked why, he would give some philisophical words on [color=D19E4B]"The value of viewing the full picture."[/color] or something along those lines. In reality, he doesn't want to be in the middle of all the chaos. That, and he can keep a close eye on his employees from above.
	Ifrit is a bit of an outlier in the guild, even among the already eccentric roster of Fenix Tear. He's not as much of a public figure as some of the others. He acts more as a "director" role. As the Founder and President of Yamatai Oils, he practically bankrolls the guild. Simultaneously keeping the first and second class mages on payroll, acting as Ur's secretary, and owning/funding the construction of the guild's magic library (thank the heavens Mio tends to it). Of course, his roots in the guild are much more deep than that. But for his own sanity, he likes to keep those truths under lock and key.
	Of course, the other benifit of being on the second floor is that it allows Ifrit to intervene if anything goes awry... Just like now. Aiko, an upstart in the guild, has a tendency to lose control of herself. A bloodlust, or a precognitive curse, or something along those lines. A problem fixed a simple Temporal Lock can't fix, but a problem nonetheless. 
	Ur may not appreciate it all the time, but it is Ifrit's job to see the bigger picture of the guild. Balancing checkbooks, filling out payroll, and most of all risk management. He originally protested to her when Aiko got her guild mark. Said she was a [color=D19E4B]"Self-fulfilling prophecy more willing to die vindicated than not die at all."[/color]. In private, he thinks Akane has something to do with Ur dismissing Ifrit's wishes. Swordswomen-of-a-cloth or something to that effect. Ifrit would never be one to go against Ur, but he is still a God. And all God's have a tendency to act in their own ways.
	Ifrit sips his drink as he observes Aiko. Even though she is a second-class, Ifrit knows not to underestimate her Ether Sense. His Temporal Lock was only for a brief moment, but still potent enough for senses of her pedigree to pick up. Hopefully she gets the message, [color=D19E4B]"Come meet with me."[/color] No one else in this guild uses Time Magic, the source of the Lock is pretty cut and dry..

	Speaking of inducting people into the guild Ifrit thinks are liabilities, he knows for a fact Ur is currently making that same mistake. This time, though, with a complete unknown. Ifrit groans in irritation as the hubbub below only gets louder. He gets his drink and starts walking away from the mess hall. [color=D19E4B]"Aki... will you be our rise or ruin..."[/color] he murmurs to himself. He's leaving before Akane shows up.
	Say what you will about the strength of S-Classes. But they never get along.