In The Times Of Fairy Tails

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Tessa shook her head. "You haven't wronged me." She said softly, nervously taking the braided strands of hair and twisting them once more. Pushing with her legs, she lifted herself up to perch on the side of the bed. "You seem very different from the nobles I've known before." She decided, biting her lower lip. "Thea too. Perhaps you aren't all so bad. Perhaps....I was too harsh." She had reacted hastily, and she knew it. But perhaps she shouldn't have tried to pass judgement in the first place.

"To be honest, I...came here because earlier, when you introduced yourself, and everyone was talking, it just got overwhelming for me, and you walked away. I thought you were upset, and I wanted to apologize." She laughed softly, sadly. "I guess I have a lot more to make up for now."

A smile curved her lips, it was subtle, but true. "I don't think I'm going to mind being your guild mate, Conrad. I hope you'll help take care of me." If he truly did care for others, that cross would be heavy to bear indeed. Perhaps by ensuring that she didn't act hastily again, he could lighten the load just a little bit. "I'll make sure no one bothers you while you sleep." She promised, finally letting the strand of hair fall from her fingers as she placed her hands on the bed. "It's the least I can do."

 

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Damian went bright red as the man commented on his appearance and smell "I don't usually drink, ever, I uh, just decided to see what it was like" Damian moved over to Cassandra, she seemed stable for now "I guess I'm kind of new, I've been on a mission though... it didn't go so well" This guy seemed really stuck up and not very friendly, all Damian wanted to do was introduce himself and help a colleague in need, but this arrogant man treated him condescendingly. It was probably because he smelled of alcohol to be fair "Um... what's your name? I haven't seen you around before..."

 

Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein II

Conrad listened attentively to what she had said, he had ignored her remark from before about all nobility, knowing full well it hadn't been applicable to him in the first place. She was now sitting on the edge of his bed and he could see only little bits of her face for her hair covered a lot of her face. "Well, Vance is from the Dorian family and old and powerful family, due to them being around for so long they're still set in their traditions. My family is a new scion in the nobility, we've been at the receiving end of such traditions and knew how it felt, we decided to take a different approach...Your outburst was merely proof of the change that was needed. You haven't offended me with these words, for I know them to be truth though not in all cases and that's the problem with attempting to pass judgement on groups" Conrad stated, he couldn't speak for Thea, he hardly knew her had heard a few things about her family but felt uncomfortable to base it on rumours. He was touched by her worrying about him. "Well, I wasn't upset, atleast not about what was said there, I was feeling really tired, it had been a long day. Lots of things going through my mind, but I won't burden you with that, I knew you were getting a little bit overwhelmed and perhaps it was wrong of me to walk away the way I did, then again the others took care of you right? Anyways I accept your apology." There was something about her last remark that confused him a little, he thought he was reading too much into it and decided to stop that train of thought. "If you'll let me, I'll help take care of you..." He said "You don't have to do this for me, it was an accident, they happen. But I still think it's sweet of you to do this and therefor will not deny you the chance to atone, for in my eyes no redemption is required." Conrad smiled at Tessa "If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up here in the Guild, I mean I know why you're here but how did you hear about Sapphire Eclipse?"

 

Ander's pov:



He sat in the chair looked at Damian. He was hoping for something more from the man, but whatever. He seemed to be a man of few words. 'I don't usually drink, ever, I uh, just decided to see what it was like' He raised a eye brow. The young person would have to learn at some point it was better now before he went to far down that road. After some time there would be no turning back. Save the man now so he could be better for latter, or something like that. "That is where it starts. You try one thing then another and another and it continues to go on. Where does it stop? Where does it end? You say to yourself that it will only be this one time, but it never is. It is a dangerous road." He was just giving the man some friendly advice. Then Damian said he was new to the guild. This did not surprise him in the slightest. What would it be this time? A person that could not control there magic, a person trying to take the guild down or perhaps it betray the guild in some way. Ever new person that joined the guild tat he had met so far as turned out to be doing something that would not fly if he was back at his own guild. He would just have to keep his guard up. Evanora had let some questionable people in this guild and this man should not be treated any different. The first people that came in first was by far the safest. That said not even the first people where completely for the guild. After Calxiyn betrayed the guild there was no telling what anyone would do and he would just have to keep and eye on everyone. He could not trust anyone with that with Evanora letting just anyone in he was question if this was the safest place. "Tell me Damian, do you know what happens to a mage that uses all there magical energy?" It of course almost never happened, and most mages never really go that far, but from what he could tell it was possible. Then the man wanted to know his name. "Names have power, but it is Ander, Ander Windfire. There a reason for that..." For the most part he was ignored or it should not be surprising that he never saw him.

 

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"Um...." Tessa kicked her feet, leaning back slightly to rest on her palms. "It was an accident, but I caused it. I have to start fixing my messes." She insisted. At least he accepted my apology...She was lost in her thoughts, brought back only by Conrad's question. "Well...to be honest I didn't know that was the guild's name until now." She said, blushing with embarrassment. "I was told to find someone...." Ah shit. "I was told to find a man, who could train me. This...isn't the first time that I've hurt someone."

She paused before offering a small smile. "This is simply the next place I started looking. I know he's part of a guild, but I don't know which one. I guess my quest will have be put on hold for a little while though, at least until you're better. I hope he's here." She sighed. "Alessia gave me a name, Caliborn? I hope it's him, though I don't have any way of telling, honestly. Unless...maybe if we can do some of the same things. Magic wise."

She sighed and smoothed the bottom of her shirt before pulling her legs up and crossing them, resting her palms on her knees. "None of this really matters right now because you need to get some sleep." She said sternly, trying to sound like her mother. The tone had always worked with Tessa, anyway. She had no idea if or how it would work with an adult man, but she had to try. Conrad's pale face was making her chest hurt. Because I did it. She reminded herself. She would always remind herself, even if Conrad forgave her.

Forgive but never forget.

 

Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein II

Conrad smiled she was driven to solve her problems that was a good thing "Alright, alright, I mean it can be hardly considered reasonable how forgiving I am seeing what happened, I'll just stay quiet about my views on it and let you do what you feel you must do to atone. I mean I think you've got a pretty good idea of how I think about it and there's no point in discussing it further, I'll just let you do what you feel must be done and if necesary help you with it." Conrad said. He rolled onto his back again, once more breathing in sharply. So she was looking for Caliborn he didn't have the pleasure of knowing the bloke, but he had heard about him, he was one of the S-class mages. "While I have learned about my own magics here and improved my craft, I am uncertain whether I would be a good teacher. I can always try, but I think you'd have more luck with Caliborn, while I am not acquainted with him, I have heard some things about him, he's supposed to be a skilled mage. Then again I don't feel comfortable going on rumours and stories." He simply watched as she pulled up her legs and then told him to go get some sleep the way a mother would, it reminded him of his own mother which lead him to his family which in turn lead him to his own reason he was here. His younger sister, the sadness played across his face, but he didn't say a word about it. "Alright, I'll go to sleep." He said "See you in a few hours, if you grow bored there's a book in that drawer, feel free to read it." He closed his eyes in the hopes of drifting off to sleep again. It took him longer to fall asleep than last times, partially because of the fact that there was a girl sitting right next to him and he could feel that due to the disturbance in the matress. His breathing slowed and he drifted off to sleep.

 

"I don't think Conrad is lying. I think that people simply do not understand." Vance answered as they walked back to the Guild Hall. Upon reflection, he was probably right which meant that Vance was doing everything wrong. Since Thea believed that was the way that things should be, he considered it himself. After all, wisdom could often come unwittingly from children. He was short on friends in the Guild, he wouldn't lie to himself. He knew that he wasn't popular. Perhaps he did need to stop judging people based on their status as he had been doing. He'd have to at least try if he were to get some friends. That would make Thea happy, because then she wouldn't have to worry about him. Maybe in the process, she would find friends as well. Ultimately of course, he wanted help with the mysterious green witch that was coming for him. In turn, that reminded him of his encounter with Shani and Florica at the tavern. They weren't like him at all, really. Earlier, he was trying to justify the encounter to himself by saying that they were just like him, but of their social group. He didn't truly believe that. Vance scowled. Was it so wrong to be the way he was? Were the values he was brought up with so truly out of touch with the rest of the world?

In the midst of his thinking, he completely missed what she was saying about the police but was roused by her stumbling and pulling his arm. It was all that he could do to not be pulled over by her and keep standing up straight. Good Gods I need to get fitter, and stronger. I am so weak.
"That's fine Thea, just hold on. We'll be back at the Guild Hall soon. When we arrive, shall I get you a drink of some kind, and maybe tuck you into bed?" He wasn't at all sure if that was right, but it seemed like a good idea.




It seemed that there was a lot going on in Jack's head, that much was clear to see from the words he spoke. He appreciated the help that Jack offered, but really he didn't want it. There was nothing that Jack could do to help him deal with Mikasa's many, many issues. He wondered if that was a lost cause. Maybe there simply was nothing he could do for her. That might be true enough.
"Thank you for offering Jack but truly, it is something that is sorted. We resolved that particular difference a while ago." That one at least. But he needed fear not, because there were plenty more. It seemed that recently her condition appeared to be deteriorating severely. It wouldn't be too long now before she flew off the rails. Perhaps the influx of new members was causing her some stress? That would make sense. "In any case Jack, if you need assistance with something I am happy to help. It sounds as if you've had a lot of trouble in your life."​

 

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Tessa smiled softly. "I hope I get to meet this Caliborn, then. Maybe people won't have to get hurt anymore because of me." She murmured. The pain that crossed his face was palpable, but she didn't mention it. There had been enough trauma in this day already, why try to open barely healed wounds?
Though perhaps she wasn't the only one who had lost family.

"Sweet dreams, Conrad." She murmured after he had shut his eyes, being careful not to move too much as she pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on her kneecaps and turning her eyes towards the door. She had promised to keep watch for him, and this she would do, as her way of beginning to make amends. Despite what Conrad had said, her soul was stained with her actions, and she needed to cleanse it. She would do this.

 

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You've activated my trap card, Hope for the best. With this I'll have Veilen use cure on Ra and hope that it works out well.

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Zephyr was surprised by Alessia's sudden interest in what the spirit had looked like. Still he had to give her some form of answer. "She had short pink hair, blue eyes and wore a maid outfit." After giving his description, he thought back to when she had appeared before him in her other form and that seemed to be a pretty accurate description.

"I think there's one behind the bar (or whatever it was called)." Leo answered. He had almost forgotten that he was still holding Silvia's hand. So when she moved her hand away from his, it was a kinda odd feeling to not being holding it. That aside, Leo didn't know that Silvia could cook though given that he watched her make some tonics, it wasn't all that hard to believe that she could cook.

Story Time

Now that I actually know what to post, let's try this again shall we. Prince Leo had been walking though the aforementioned location that I'm too lazy to search for the name of when he heard the scream. Naturally he did the one thing that he could do, investigate the reason behind the scream. Thus rushing in the direction of the scream, he came across the "dead" Snow White/Silvia.

 

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"Perhaps you are right, after tonight I wasn't planning on drinking anymore anyway" Damian replied, this Ander person was beginning to get on his nerves, with his stuck-up attitude "No, I don't know what happens to a mage that uses up all their magical energy, I'm a doctor not a wizard" he said as he analysed Cassandra, he was really starting to get tired of this guy "What happened to Cassandra?"

 

Something something blah traitor blah Mikasa bitch blah how could you blah blah blah third in command my blah blah blah and then from the sky a giant hamster blah blah blah sky laser blah blah blah didn't actually happen blah blah blah Charlotte used blah and by blah I mean Fire Surge and then blah blah blah and by blah blah blah I mean block for Veilen.

 

Ander's pov:



He had to say that he was really disappointed with Damian' s answers. He was hoping for a better one at least. He sat in the chair with the old newspaper in his hand. Maybe to brake the curse on him all he had to do was make someone angry enough they would kill him, nah there was no way someone like him would be lucky. Braking the curse was imposable or right now it was. Maybe he would just have to live with it. He was so tired of fighting it at this point he did not know what to do. "Good, good." He was not really caring. He wanted to help people, but there was nothing he could do to help someone that chose to do bad things to themselves. 'No, I don't know what happens to a mage that uses up all their magical energy, I'm a doctor not a wizard' "Damian everyone here is a wizard, sure some have magic so do not, but in the end we all people. To be a doctor you just need to know medicine right? No it not just that. You can know everything about being a doctor, but what good does it do you if you do not know the person? Sure you might be able to help them, but in the end you are not really healing them. It takes just more the a doctor to heal a person. Not everything is simple. Every question has answer you just have to find it. People matter Damian. Know your patient not just the medicine. Anyone can be what they want but not everyone can be what they will. Not everyone can strive to be that one that it more about that person then what they can see. Most of all some people are just broken and no magic or medicine can fix that." He was taking about himself more then anything. Then Damian asked what had happened to Cassandra. "What happened to Cassandra? What happened to Cassandra is what happens to mages that do not hold back some magic. She used to much of her magical energy at one time when we were fighting. I do not know if it has ever happened by a mage that uses all there magic up is said to die. Well that is what the stories say anyways." Then he had the look that said he remembered something. He would just have to trust Damian and hope for the best. "Damian one member is in trouble and I fear for there safety." He would just have to wait to see if he wanted to go or if he should.

 

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So Ander started lecturing Damian about being a healer, most of which Damian ignored "Please stop it, I've been healing people for most of my life, I know all about people, what makes you think you do? have you trekked from village to village helping the sick and saving livestock? have you saved lives?" Damian shook his head with annoyance, to be fair he knew nothing of this man's backstory, perhaps they had a similar past, perhaps his outburst was unprecedented, but it didn't excuse Ander's arrogant manner. Suddenly he said something about someone being in danger "Who's in danger?" he turned suddenly, this was important.

 

Ander's pov:



'Please stop it, I've been healing people for most of my life, I know all about people, what makes you think you do? have you trekked from village to village helping the sick and saving livestock? have you saved lives?' "I spent over 20 years of my life training in magic reading countless books. I traveled for years saving and healing people so, yes a may know a thing or two about healing people or saving lives. I lived it. I seen countless people die. My family killed. The saddest part is I could have save them. I was met to lead them, but they... I did not stop it. There are some people that you can not save, but the few you can but don't is what I remember the most." He pulled out the key around his neck and looked at it then put it back. Damian then asked who was in danger. "I do not know for sure, but it was most random. Mikasa took a women, by the name of Johanna somewhere. While I can't say she is in danger. It seemed forced to me. It could be nothing, but it could be something more." After the guild master just letting cal get way with betraying the guild he would not put it past another guild member to do the same.

 

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Damian's face fell as Ander explained a bit about his past "Sorry... I just assumed. I know what you mean about wishing you could save someone, the guilt stay on your mind for years" Perhaps he'd been wrong about this man, despite his pompous manner. "I'm sorry to hear about your family. I haven't seen mine since they sent me away when I was younger, they may not be dead, but they're dead to me" He felt awkward about inquiring further into Ander's past, though there were questions he wanted to ask. Then Ander said about Mikasa taking Johanna "Oh, I know Johanna, I hope she's alright"

 

Ander's pov:



"Assuming that can be good or bad. your past is what makes you who you are but it not who you will be or are." He had to say he was staring to like Damian despite what had happened the last few minutes. "It stay on you forever, but it some ways I feel like he could be alive. As for how he could be I can not say." Bryce, if he lived would it be any different? Would he have come here? It was sopost to be him that died. He jut let Bryce take the fall. Bryce was the one tat told him to run, but he did not have to follow that. He then threw the paper he was holding at Damian. "They where killed by a dark guild like the one in that story."

Newspaper:
The newspaper was odd and faded

Training guilds and what happens
Summer 8 years ago​

Every wizard guild has a story today we look at a training guild that we are not sure what happened. We found out of this training guild which we name to withhold the name so it will be referent to number 7. It Seems that this guild sent a large amount of people to Walking Planes. We went there and found that every single person that went died. This guild was well know for its high skilled mages. There was at least 20 people on said mission, authorities were unable to find all bodies but we are sure there are not survivors. Later we found out that number 7 was attacked by a dark guild. The result after all of this is that with the mission and the guild being attack all member died. All 50 people from this guild is presumed dead at this time. The only person uncounted for is the guild master who went missing. For someone to take out a guild of this size it would have had to be a powerful dark guild.

Ander:

"I figured that Johanna can take care of herself, but with the resent happenings at the guild I am not so sure anymore. I have been questioning if I should be here. I could tell you countless things about magic, but in the end does it matter? What abut you Damian? Every person has a story what is yours?" He was now interested in Damian's past. Sure he traveled, but what else was there? "So what do you want to do about Johanna?"

 

Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein II

Conrad had fallen fast asleep, seemingly peaceful and to an extent that was true. The man had peacefully been cast adrift amongst the peaceful waters of sleep. But soon enough the man felt like he had woken up. He looked around the room was the same, but something was missing or rather someone. Tessa had left the room and the door was ajar, a single beam of light flowing into the room through the crack. This was odd... she had seem so convinced she had to atone, he didn't exclude the possibility of a bathroom break. Then he noticed it, the usual sounds of the Guild had been replaced with complete silence. He got out of his bed and quickly put on his coat and fastened the sheath with it's sword to his side. He had to find out what was going on... leaving the room the hallway was unusually dark, the light entering his room coming from a lone torch opposite of the door. Conrad took the torch and decided to investigate what was going on. The halls were empty and the main hall too was devoid of all life, though everything was left as if everyone had just walked out in the middle of whatever they had been doing... He continued on searching the entire guild hall finding no one. Something was definitely not right here. It was eerily quiet, he could hear his own breathing. Only moments later he was startled by a loud scream, he knew that voice... He ran into the direction of where the sound , sword in one hand, torch in the other, bursting through the outer doors entering the courtyard.

He stopped dead in his tracks. A hooded figure turned to him, he had seen that man before, he knew who it was. At his feet lay the limp form of Aoki, eyes glazed over staring at him. Scattered throughout the courtyard were the bodies of his guild mates, Conrad was searching for those closest to him but couldn't locate them. In his bed, his sleeping form began to toss. The hooded man was accompanied by two others, faces concealed. "You'll pay for this!!" Conrad shouted. The figures just laughed at his threats "Just like we were to pay for taking your sister? You don't stand a chance." Conrad's blood boiled, charging them intent on impaling them on his blade. The three vanished just before his blade struck only to reappear around him. He was struck by lightning spells and collapsed to his knees. He could her the sound of marching men in the distance. Conrad tried to get to his feet as the men circled him, laughing.... "What happened? Lost your spirit? That was even quicker than last time... and now you're even part of a Guild!" The young noble fought to keep control, speaking to himself words of encouragement. He got back to his feet and threw the torch at one of the three men, who caught on fire, the figure started screaming. Only then did it hit Conrad, the screaming.... that voice.. it belonged to his father... The other two struck the young Noble with lightning several more times until the young man was back on his knees struggling to rise to his feet. "Forgive me.... father..." He whispered as his sleeping form mumbled these same words. Conrad angered by being tricked struck at the second figure this time his blade connecting to the man as he shrieked and lost his balance, Conrad quickly followed up with several more strikes from his blade, killing the man. Who fell down on the side, hood thrown back, revealing the face of his younger brother Karl. Conrad fell to his knees next to his dead older brother. The footfalls came closer and the last figure disappeared as a small contingent of heavily armoured soldiers clad in black plated armour entered the courtyard. From the guild hall his sister, Tessa, Vance and Thea came running in, standing in front of the young nobleman. The soldiers surrounded them, the Commander entered the circle and looked at the people in the middle "One chance to surrender" as it became evident they wouldn't lay down their weapons he pointed at Conrad "Seize him!" His guild mates started throwing magic at their opponents only to have it be absorbed by the armour, while his sister helped him to his feet. His legs hurt like hell and he couldn't stand unsupported. The soldiers closed in and made short work of his Guild mates subdueing every single one of them. They grabbed his sister and Conrad fell to the ground only to be grabbed and roughly dragged to his knees. The Commander approached him.

Conrad tried to struggle as the man approached, he had the same voice as the last figure that had escaped. He could feel the cold metal of the gauntlet under his chin as he was forced to look up. His guild mates and sister opposite of him, each forced to their knees, held down by two soldiers each. "For defending this man, you are all sentenced to death." The commander drew his sword and walked over to Thea with one clear swing she was executed. "THEA!!! NO!!!!!!!" Conrad shouted trying to get over there but the soldiers held him down. Conrad started to toss more violently in his bed. He then moved on to Tessa, again with a swift strike he brought judgement. "TESSA!!!" The tears were streaming down his face at this point "I'm sorry, I brought this upon all of you..." He muttered. His sleeping form mumbling the same words. The it was Vance's turn, the other noble looked him straight in the eyes, with a look of anger and disappointment as the blade struck down once more. Lastly came his sister, the one he failed before and failed once more.... "Abigail.... I-I'm... so sorry..." Conrad said, tears streaming down his face, before the blade struck he woke up, for real this time screaming his lungs out.

 

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Conrad was not one for sleeping peacefully. Tessa watched from her guarded position as he tossed and turned, muttering phrases in his clearly not sound sleep. Tessa considered trying to wake him, but just as she reached out to touch him, he started screaming. She was knocked off the bed, and tumbled onto the floor, bumping her head against the wood. Rubbing the sore spot, she sat up, pulling herself up by the edge of the bed. "Conrad. Hey, Conrad." She sat back down in front of him, hesitating for a single moment before grabbing his face with her hands, to make him focus on her. "Hey. It was just a dream. It wasn't real." There was time enough to ask him about Abigail, whoever she was, later. Right now she needed to keep him from knocking her into next week. As she tried to forget she had done that to him only hours ago.

 

"Very well!" Vance said enthusiastically. He held Thea's shoulder to steady her, making sure that she didn't fall. He could see the exhaustion in her little frame. I suppose the magical outburst must have run her body dry of energy. He guided the little girl towards the doors of the Guild Hall and opened them, bringing them both inside. Immediately, he spotted a new man behind the counter of the bar. He didn't recognise him - Not that it mattered. It meant that Thea could get a drink. Then, she could decide what to do. She hadn't said anything about the going to sleep bit so he assumed that just getting a drink would be enough for now. He took her over to the counter and put her on one of the stools with a grunt. Yes. Definitely need to get stronger. Once she was sat down, he took the seat on her left and looked at the barman, then back at Thea. "Good day to you sir. What would you like to drink Thea? And a glass of water will suffice for me."




"Pink hair, and a maid outfit? These Celestial Spirits sure are strange..." A look of deep suspicion crossed her face. Celestial Spirit? It sounds like something that should be incredibly powerful, capable of magic unknown to humans and feats of great strength, like heroes. Instead, it summons a maid. Wow, talk about an anticlimax. "Does it you know... Fight? Does it just clean? What's the point of a maid spirit?" There was also something vaguely bothersome about the idea of a boy having access to a woman in a maid outfit at will. Well, he would, if the key actually worked. That felt prone to misuse. Surely Zephyr wasn't one of those kinds of people, was he? Of course not. She reassured herself. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't do anything like that. He seems too nice.




"Ugh, Zeref on a flying fuckin' broomstick! Me head!" Edric groaned as he came to. It looked like he had drank himself silly while he was out and well, he supposed he'd passed out. Immediately, Edric checked his pockets to see if some nosy bugger had taken a rifle through and nicked something, but for all intents and purposes it all seemed fine. With that, he got up and stretched his stiff limbs. It looked like he had been put into one of the corner seats, nice and out of the way and also, safe. He made a note to thank the fellow who did that, it was probably the guy he was talking to earlier. What was his name? Springy? Springing? Springan? Spriggan? "Cheers fer movin' me, mester spreenging." He called out a little dazedly, waving his arm vaguely in a gesture of goodbye before leaving the tavern behind. Maybe he'd come back? The place and the people seemed alright so, he didn't have all that much to complain about. Apart from the whole place also being a brothel but, he could get over that. Sometimes the rough places were the fun ones. These were the thoughts on Edric's mind as he made his steady way back to the Guild Hall, straightening out his clothes and fixing his hair so he didn't look like a total mess. ​