[color=1a7b30]Kassimir [/color]-- Pheonix Wing Guild Hall

Kass shrugged indifferently [color=1a7b30]"okay... outside it is."[/color] He looked around a bit until he found the door to the backyard where people were supposedly training. He looked to the group he spoke to and waved cheerfully [color=1a7b30]"I'll see you guys some other time then."[/color] With that he wandered slowly towards the door.

As he walked he pulled his corncob pipe from his pocket and began to pack it full of tobacco from another pocket on his Olive drab paramilitary jacket. Its musky, yet sweet aroma filled his immediate vicinity as he stepped outside and lit the pipe. He took a couple drags off of it to get it burning consistently. After his match was disposed of he took a deep puff of the pipe and absentmindedly began to blow smoke rings as he surveyed the wizards training. He was measuring who looked like they would appreciate his help the most.