[h3]Mayt, S-Class Wizard of Phoenix Wing - Hotel[/h3] Mayt winced as the shower water poured over his burn injuries, and grit his teeth as he added soap to the mix. He continually told himself that this was the worst, and that it would come to pass if he just got it over with. Someone had to clean the wound, after all. Once the burns were cleaned, Mayt dried his side off and pulled on a new, less damaged shirt and fur-lined jacket on, afterwards glancing at himself in the mirror. He was looking a lot better now that all his injuries were covered up. 

Walking back out into the main room, Mayt was just beginning to reach for his stuff to pack it up when there came a knocking at the hotel room door. Silently cursing to himself, Mayt went over and opened the door to see who it was. He was greeted by a woman who looked to be about his age, with dark brown hair drooping partially over her face. She was one of the ones who had been in the crowd he had taken a partial fireball for, if Mayt had remembered right.

[color=lightblue]"You didn't have to do that,"[/color] she announced flatly. An image of a burning Magnolia flashed through Mayt's mind, though outwardly he only shrugged and leaned on the door frame.

[color=50c787]"If I didn't, who would've?"[/color]

[color=lightblue]"Huh, I dunno, the justice system?"[/color] The woman scoffed.

[color=50c787]"Oh, you mean the killing the guy. It was self defense,"[/color] Mayt suggested, clearly meaning to take that phrase to court.

[color=lightblue]"You could've subdued him without slicing him in two."[/color]

[color=50c787]"And then in fifteen years or so when he got out of prison, he'd go join a dark guild because no legal guild would take him for fear of him doing something evil again, and I'd have to throw myself in front of his fireball all over again. Though, probably with less burning next time. This way, it's better for everyone. The grave digger gets payed, no need to risk lives down the line, and you don't have to pay taxes to keep him fed and alive,"[/color] Mayt's tone was casual, though his body language was anything but relaxed.

[color=lightblue]"Guh, you sicken me,"[/color] the woman turned to leave, clearly realizing she wasn't about to convince Mayt any different about his views.

[color=50c787]"Not the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, but I'll take it over "I'm going to kill you" any day."[/color] After saying this, Mayt would close the door. He would stop from going to pack up his stuff, however, as he heard laughter from the hallway he stopped. It was oddly gleeful, but after a hesitant moment he just continued back to what he was doing, throwing his burnt clothes in the trash.

[h3]Gregory Vale[/h3]Rosalina would barely make it a few blocks before coming across an older individual leaning against one of the many buildings of Crocus. Before she would even have a chance to recognize him, he would speak up in his calm, reassuring voice. [color=silver]"Salutations Rosalina,"[/color] as he said this he would hold up his hand to stop her from speaking. [color=silver]"And while I'm sure my reputation precedes me, let's get out of the way that I'm not here for a nefarious plot. I simply want to ask you for a favor, from one wizard concerned about the world to, what I assume, is another,"[/color] as he spoke, he would stand up properly and hold his hand politely out to Rosalina. [color=silver]"But first, I would assume proper introductions are in order. I am Gregory Vale, Guild Master of Iron Enigma."[/color]

[@Leslie Hall]