"I knew I felt magic here," a voice came from the door-less doorway. The mysterious young woman from before, the very same one that damaged the Hall, was standing like a silhouette in the middle of the entrance. She took a few steps forward and pulled her hood back on her cloak, revealing her face for the four standing in the wrecked room.
She brought a hand out from under her purple cloak, notably covered in golden grieves, and brought it to her chin."Either not everyone is here or this Phoenix Tail is a lot smaller than I imagined..." she mumbled to herself, mistaking the guild's name. After her conjecture, she pointed to Lazarus, being he looked the eldest, and began walking forward again. "White guy. Where is the rest of your guild?"