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

[color=Crimson]"Argus, and I guess I can say the same."[/color] Argus returned the stranger's nod, looking him over for a moment before turning his attention towards the town of Belka. [color=Crimson]"Were you apart of that shit-show yesterday? If so, must've been one hell of an introduction to the guild. . . you are joining, right?"[/color]

Argus looked the man over once again, a little unsure if his assessment was accurate. He didn't seem the guild type, had this whole 'lone desperado' vibe going for him that Argus had seen a lot of in the times when he used to freelance requests. It was the only reasonable thing that came to mind, considering he was offered a tent, but then again, he had no idea how this guild really operated aside from his own experiences. Maybe he was assuming too much. Figuring he'd have his answer either way, the red haired mage took the moment to sit down, needing to get off his feet for a bit. His staff would vanish in a brief flash of light, and he'd take the time to simply lay down, relax, and wonder with dread when they were going to start the trip back to Crocus. While the seal and lack of Damian meant it'd be less of an annoyance, the fact that he could barely walk for shit as he was would definitely be a pain in the ass.

[@The Wild West]