[h1][center]Ezekiel[/center][/h1]

Ezekiel's wanderings were abruptly cut short as he felt someone ram into his side. Quickly regain his balance, he turned to see that the offending person was a little girl leading an elderly woman, with a man following a small ways behind. Looking between each of them, he saw the connections and emotions laid out before him, easily seeing they were all related. But what intrigued him the most was what he could read from the man. An strong magical aura that easily identified him as a mage, though he wasn't too familiar with the forms of magic he had on him. All he could discern was that one had to do with summoning and the other was some form of metal manipulation.

So engrossed was he in studying the man's magic that he didn't respond to his apology for a couple seconds. However, when it finally did registered in his head, he blinked slowly before shaking his head, trying to focus his attention back on the current situation.

"Ah. . . it's, uh, it's no problem, Sir. I should've paid more attention to my surroundings. I'm new here, so I can't tell where anything is. Actually, maybe you could help me find out where I'm going, if you wouldn't mind." Ezekiel said, his attention being stolen momentarily by the sound of purring at his feet. A small tabby kitten had seemed to appear by his side, and would soon find itself lifted into Ezekiel's arms, mewling in delight as he gave it soft pats upon it's head. This would continue for a short time before his head suddenly rose, turning with a timid smile back towards the family before him. "Um, sorry . . . got a bit distracted there. I was wondering if you'd, perhaps, be able to show me where the hotel that the Dragon's Fang guild is staying at for the games? I was thinking about joining them."

[@hatakeuro]

[color=Crimson][h1][center]Argus Leandros[/center][/h1][/color]

The following morning met a very irritable Argus, who still felt the aches and pains of the other day. The light of day slipped through the flaps of the tent he slept in, seeming to almost maliciously seek out his eyes with the sole intent of trying to ruin his day before it began. With a groan, the red haired mage rose from the cot he laid in, his wounds more or less healed for the most part, but the dull, throbbing pain still settled firmly in his gut. Whether he was alone or Tsubano was still watching over him, he'd get out of the cot and walk out the tent with nary a second of hesitation. He did have to summon his staff to help him walk, as his legs still couldn't completely hold his weight at the moment.

As he walked through the camp, he came upon some other guy he didn't recognize coming out of his tent. Given that he had walked with the group for a day, he was pretty familiar with everyone in the guild,by appearance if not personally, and was a bit suspicious of this newcomer. However, due to him being much to tired to start anything, and having gotten into enough trouble for starting conflict already, he decided that simply engaging in conversation would probably be best. Walking up to the cloaked stranger, raising a hand in greeting.

[color=Crimson]"Hey, what's up?"[/color]
[@The Wild West]