[i]“Geez Largo, what’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve been to Hell and back.”

“No… nothing wrong with me. I just…”

“What?”[/i]

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[b][u]Abatheo: Guild
27 years ago
Largo Mann: G Rank Guilder: Age 21[/u][/b]

Sitting down at the wooden table situated in the centre of one of the Artar Kingdom’s most lively port towns Guild in Abatheo, Largo Mann and his six companions had all sat down for breakfast. Tiberius was in the midst of scoffing down his burgeoning breakfast filled with pancakes, sausages, eggs and a mountain of rashes of bacon, whilst the calm and collected, demure mage Matthew quietly sipped on a cup of coffee, doing his level best to ignore the sound and noise that Tiberius was creating. Whilst across the rest of the table, their A ranked warrior leader sat with his legs stretched outside of the table, reading the latest Artar Gazette for the kingdom’s news. Rachael, the red haired swordswoman looked towards Largo with concern, her hand resting on his arm, whilst the group’s sixth, and newest member Jade, a cleric with long emerald hair and a distracted temperament, sat eyeing the rest of the Guild and its patrons, not noticing the current lethargy surrounding her warrior team mate. 

“It’s nothing. Just… I didn’t sleep well.” Largo sighed, barely touching his own mountain portioned breakfast. Tiberius meanwhile was helping himself to it, stabbing Largo’s pancakes with his fork and shovelling it into his mouth. 

“You didn’t sleep well last night…?” Rachael raised a quisitive brow. Never before had she seen Largo feel so uncomfortable because of a dream. Or a… “You had a bad nightmare or something? You?”

“Er… well… yeah…” Largo turned away, looking bashful. 

“You got scared of a dream?” Tiberius laughed. “The mighty Lion? Come on, man…”

“Hey, it’s not funny.” Largo turned, glaring. 

“Hey, I’ve had bad dreams before but it’s never made me cry,” Tiberius laughed. “What was it even about?”

“It was about…” Largo suddenly paused, his eyes narrowing as he struggled to remember. “It was about… huh. I… I can’t remember.”

“AHAHA!” Tiberius threw back his head and laughed loudly. Largo’s temple throbbed with anger, and when he looked down and noticed how empty his plate was, he snatched food from Tiberius’ plate in reparation. Naturally, this began to inspire yet another argument between the competitive Guilders, to their friends’ groaning sighs. Matthew wondered why on Ddaear he stayed with Largo all things considered, whilst Jade sighed at the thought of how soon her healing talents would be needed again. Was this why she was invited to join them? To heal the injuries caused by these two bickering? Rachael shook her head and focused on her tea, happy at least that Largo seemed to be back to normal, whilst their experienced Master, whom had been quietly reading the newspaper himself, kept a fixed eye on Largo for a short while longer before turning back to his paper.