I walked inside of the guild with a festive scenery of flying people, things and sparks of magic. It was a lively and bizarre picture. Half of the guild is in with the riot and half of them couldn't care less. I took the side way to get to the bar. I walked up and ask the bartender for a drink. "The usual please. It's quite lively here as always. So who started this? Master won't be pleased." 

These fights, they are not nonsense but they are not that dangerous. it seems to be a way of bonding, you will see them usually do these with a smile on their faces. Laughter on the side while others are screaming and teasing each other. Even if it's like this every single day. This is now home to me. My very own place that I belong.