Akira recovered his breathing pattern as he entered the safe grounds of Meggido.  It had been a long assignment, a long journey, one that he wouldn't to quickly forget.  As with each time her entered its walls Akira swiftly equipped his guild attire pulling the hood up to avoid pulling too much attention to himself.  His appearance wasn't exactly settling to anyone who didn't know him and would usually promote panic. [color=39b54a]"Stupid mirror."[/color] The self-proclaimed mercenary mumbled to himself as he head for the guild hall.  As he did so he scrolled through the menu's checking his friends list. [color=39b54a]"Oh good, everyone's there.  Hopefully I'm not too late to miss the start."[/color] Akira made his way down the streets to their guild hall, with every step he got closer Meggido got quieter.  First less shops & tarverns, then less players, then the guildhall entrance.  Akira looked up at the appropriately named building a small smile on his face [color=39b54a]"Home at last."[/color]

As though slightly nervous about entering Akira took a few calming breaths before opening its doors.  Keeping his eyes to the ground he made his way through the guildhall to the meeting location.  Scrolling through the menu's once again he equipped a potion taking a swig of its contents before opening the door to the meeting area and stepping in, lowering the hood of his cloak as he did so.  Taking another swig he approached the others, catching the [i][color=662d91]End Report[/color][/i] but maintained a small distance.  [color=39b54a]"Did I miss anything I Should know?"[/color] Akira questioned changing position as he approached Vengya. [color=39b54a]"When you got a minute we need to talk, I have something to show you as well."[/color] The whisper barely carried even within the meeting room, though secrets was hardly anything new to The Brotherhood.  He moved himself once again finding a suitable pillar he could perch himself against whilst he wait for the others to give their reports.  Akira glanced around at them as he took another swig of the healing beverage, the lines of pixels that represented a few visible wounds slowly disappearing with each mouthful he took.