[center][@Leslie Hall] [h2][b][color=f49ac2]Marlene[/color][/b][/h2][/center] Despite having only a little more then two blocks to her guild's hotel, Marlene was utterly drained from the punishment she had from Damian. Already her legs were beginning to give up, even though she rested a bit during the carriage trip and the encounter with Erika... despite still standing up. As she continues limping back, one of her legs suddenly gives up as she falls to one knee, panting heavily as she tries to regain her strength. It was embarrassing to see her in such a depleted state, but at the same time, if one does this every day, you might as well think Marlene never skipped leg day... Ever. After a few seconds of taking a breather, she begins to stand up again, grunting to get herself up on her feet. She then approaches a shop building and tries to rest her balance. As she rests however, she suddenly sees a young man begin to approach him, mentioning how tired she looked. He also catches her eye... She could've sworn she saw him somewhere in the guild before. Wasn't it with that one girl? Isabell was it? She didn't know for certain, but after taking a deep breath, she answers to his response. [color=f49ac2][b]"*pant* *pant* Yeah I'm fine..."[/b][/color] she utters as she straightens out by the wall, sweating furiously, [color=f49ac2][b]"And yeah, let's just say I had an extensive work out this morning, heh heh. *pant* And uh, wait, uh... you-your uh... oh god what's your name...? I've seen you around with this one girl... y-you guys like siblings or something?"[/b][/color] Dumb question or not, she was a little disorganized in the head. And who could blame her? All she wants to do now is sit down somewhere and rest... [hr] [center][@Leslie Hall] [b][h2][color=ed1c24]S[/color][color=f7941d]a[/color][color=fff200]y[/color][color=39b54a]a[/color][color=0072bc]t[/color][color=662d91]a[/color][color=ed145b]c[/color][color=ed1c24]h[/color][color=f7941d]i[/color] [color=ed1c24]N[/color][color=f7941d]i[/color][color=fff200]j[/color][color=39b54a]i[/color][color=0072bc]k[/color][color=662d91]o[/color][/h2][/b][/center] The crowds cheer wildly outside the quarters as Sayatachi looks at the mirror in the bathroom. She was simply touching up on her face with some pale make-up, preparing to overlook the crowd and the battles below, as well as preparing for the arrival of her guards. This will be the first time she'll show them in public, for they've been rather low these days. After applying the last of the powder, she steps out into the main living space and stops to look outside the patio. The woman was several feet from the entrance, just taking a glance at what was going on, as if she was deciding to go out or not. She turns around to her private desk and checks her purse behind it, mostly filled with her wallet, other forms of make-up, and other essentials a proper, wealthy, woman would have. But as soon as she opens it, she suddenly hears a feminine voice call out behind her. Was it Rosalina? No, her voice was more sincere and slightly quiet. This voice sounded a little older... and much more demanding... with a hint of displeasure sprinkled in it. Saya rises up to full height as she turns around to see the speaker, a rather tall woman, though shorter than herself, with a thick, heavy duty camouflage coat with a hood and full faced visor, which practically covers her entire body. She looks more like a soldier than anything else... should she be even here? Of course, if she came from the Council, and Saya assumes she has, there is business to be done. However, before the Majesty could speak a word of greeting or even a questionable "yes", the woman placed a clipboard and pen right in front of her on a desk. It appears she comes on the behalf of Idwal after all, simply asking for her signature and approval based off the event with Nolan yesterday, involving the two knights. She takes a brief glance at the clipboard before eying the woman with a communicative expression. She sounded urgent in her tone... but if it's what Saya thinks it means, perhaps a bit of friendly audience could "calm her down". [b]"Ah yes,"[/b] she answers affirmatively as she sits back, [b]"I was with her when this happened... good friend Miss Idwal."[/b] As she picks up a pen, she glances up to see the woman still looking rather uncomfortable. [b]"No need to feel distraught and rushed,"[/b] she says to her politely, despite having the feeling on her actual mood, while writing down her signature, [b]"Idwal told me earlier that she has some business to take care of and won't be back here for awhile."[/b] She then finishes writing her signature and places it on the desk, slowly standing up and walking to the nearby high cabinets. [b]"You look a little stuffy in there. I suggest you should relax here for a bit before going back out."[/b] she says softly as she approaches the kitchen counter and takes out a fancy wine cup and some red wine to match. She pours herself a cup, until looking back at the woman. [b]"Red wine, perhaps?"[/b] she asks politely as she holds the glass for her to see. [hr] [center][@Expolar] [color=1a7b30][h2][b]Dreadlin Nauss[/b][/h2][/color][/center] Walking carefully into the Council Headquaters (not to be confused with the Arena Quarters), Dreadlin Nauss tries to act calm in such a high-disciplined building. He wasn't a troublemaker at all, rather the opposite, but being a lizardman wearing a brown hoodie and clothing to disguise most of his identity from the public eye, he didn't want to catch too much attention. In fact, the only reason he's here was simply due to check on Grane. He heard about the battle that took place and from overhearing a conversation nearby, apparently he's in pretty bad shape. He'll heal and all, but regardless it'll take some time. Dreadlin did see his fellow lizardman in tip-top shape back two days ago or so, but the councilman was in a rush to get somewhere. Perhaps he can spend a little bit of time with him in the meantime. Besides, all he was doing was just renting a hotel here anyways... and ironically today is his last full day before having to check out the next day. He walks up to the visitor counter, almost timidly, but tries to act casually as possible. The woman looks up at him, almost startled, but still keeping a friendly attitude. [color=92278f][b]"Hi can I help you?"[/b][/color] the deskwoman asks. [color=1a7b30][b]"Oi yah,"[/b][/color] the lizardman speaks with a heavy cockney accent, [color=1a7b30][b]"Oi balieve moi good chum Grane Falco be takin' residance here in the medicol bay. Heard he be chummed up real bad, ya know? Mind if I come and uh, chat with me ole' friend please, ehy madam?"[/b][/color] [color=92278f][b]"Uh yeah, let me just check where he is."[/b][/color] the deskwoman responds, and after a few seconds she comes back to him, [color=92278f][b]"Yeah, he's in door number 108 on your right down the left hall."[/b][/color] [color=1a7b30][b]"Thank ya mate~ er, scuse' me, madam."[/b][/color] Dreadlin responds with a bit of hesitation and slight embarrassment as he walks down to Grane's room. Once he finds room 108, he taps the door to see if he's awake and available. [color=1a7b30][b]"Oi matey,"[/b][/color] Dreadlin responds calmly, but also with slight nervousness, as he puts his head in through the crack, [color=1a7b30][b]"It's yer mate Dreadlin. Sorry for de intrusion, but I heard you be takin' residence here from a couple o' birdies. Mind if oi hang out with ya' for a bit? Won' take too long."[/b][/color]