The mer slithers in "present and accounted for, sir
"Alright, is that all of you? In that case, welcome aboard. We'll get you set up soon. In the meantime, I'll show you to your rooms."
"...thank you." he follows
much obliged the reptilian puts his arm over his chest bent at a right angle with his fist clenched and bows at a 45 degree angle, he holds this pose for roughly eight seconds before following to the alloted room.
"... Less formalities, please. I'm just another person. So, I know growly here has seen most of this place, but would you two like a tour?"
"Yes."
The warrior looks mildly embarrassed as he rubs at his arms"Yeah, that'd be nice-"
Growly follows along anyways, not wanting to miss anything important.
the leader takes you through the rooms of the building, from the kitchen, to the dnign room, to your new bedrooms, the main hall, and finally the meeting room. Within the meeting room sets the torchbearer's symbol- a steel torch, burning endlessly with magical gray flame.
"And here's where our tour ends. The room behind the pillar holding the torch is mine. Stay out of there, please. I like my time alone."
"As you wish."
you may notice that there are hardly any torchbearers around. Growly knows that most of them are out today on some sort of trip, diplomatic in nature.
Marco raises one eye at the request, finding it odd, given that he felt that was the default, but he didn't vocally question it, finding the matter an unimportant eccentricity, and he nods when the élan speaks.
"Alright, feel free to look around at your leasure. We'll get of fitted for gear tomorrow. Dinner is in an hour."
"Do I get a room now?"
He asks, having previously just hoarded his things somewhere in the rafters.
"I will be in my room." he heads to his assigned room.
The mer decides to slither around to take a look at the place further, familiarizeing himself with it's layout. He takes particular note of his room and it's contents, the dining hall, any training facilities and the fastest routs between such.
Checks his room out, and stows his gear. He will meditate until about a half hour before dinner. He will clean up and head back down to the dining hall.
the entire building is large and impressive. The training rooms, though empty now, seem to see a lot of use. Each room has little more then a bed, a desk, and a large chest with a lock, but nothing is stopping you from asking for a few more things that you might like. More expensive things may have to be bought on your own, though. The food is quite good, made by a cook in the back that hardly anyone ever sees. He never tells anyone his name, and no-one hears him speak, so people have just taken to calling him "cook", and he doesn't seem to care. At the table, the guild master "sits" curled up on his long tail, quietly eating, before asking...
"So, I trust you've found the place to your liking?"
"I have foun it more than adequate, though a more through evaluation will come once I spend more time here"he says with a small smile as he eats his fish.
Zhadron nods.
"Very good. Tomorrow, the other guild members will return, and you'll get to know them better. Perhaps accompany some on their missions to learn more about how to do well in this field."
The little dragon shivers with excitement.
"I get to go on my first real mission tomorrow."
He grins widely, his muzzle full of sharp, strangely pristine white teeth.
The met pats growely foundly on the head "we all are, truly something for which to make merry"
Nods
"Ah, good to see that you are so enthusiastic. Well, some of you."
He shrugs and keeps eating.
The dragon takes a piece of bread and rolls it across the table towards Zhadron.
"Hey."
Looks at the rolling bread and watches it roll, then picks it up and puts it on his plate.
"Thank you."
He stares at you intently.
"Do you get it?"
Raises an eyebrow, and shows him the bread.
"Yes, I received the bread."
He remains completely serious, looking him in the eyes.
"No... it's not bread. It's a roll."
While remaining serious, he pulls a snare drum out from under the table and plays a rim shot.
Looks puzzled.
"Merely rolling bread does not make it a roll. A roll has different flavor and consistency."
"I do understand the duel statement of roll referring to the verb and noun, but the drum confuses me, what is it's purpose?"
He flops his head onto the table top with his eyes closed.
"That was a joke. You do the drum sound when you make a joke."
He sighs with disappointment.
"Why are you all so serious...?"
He says, not really directed toward anyone.
"Oh, humor."
"Ah, that makes sense, where I come from the same effect is produced by a bugle." He says, nodding, glad to understand what was communicated.
Seems to consider the bugle comment for a moment, then just shakes his head and continues eating.
"You're never gonna get a girlfriend of you don't learn to smile, Carlos."
He comments as he finishes his plate.
Summons his mindblade, in the form of a knife, and slices the bread and butters it.
"Who is Carlos?"
"You are. Aren't you?"
Shakes his head
"My name is Zhadron Mel'Schak."
"OK, Zack."
"Zhadron."
"Right. Zack."
He looks over to the merfolk's plate which contains only silver wear now.
"You gonna eat that?"
"Please do not eat the silverware."
says the guildmaster, not even looking up from his plate.
"Right. Zack."
Seems to study the dragon for a few seconds, then says
"Ah. I realize you are attempting to be humorous or lighten the mood. Normally, realizing this, I would play along. However, my name was given to me by someone I respect greatly, and I would appreciate it, if we are to work together, that you honor it."He pauses.
"Ahh. But if Zack is meant to be a "nick name" and not a mockery, that is permitted."
"Wait? Silverware? What? Is this another joke? You can't eat silverware."
"I think you look like a Zack. It's also like taking your name and scrunching it shorter. Like mine."
He smiles.
"Aw..." he replies for being forbidden the tasty metals.
"Ya I can. Wanna see? Gotta coin?"
He looks up at you expectantly, wagging his tail.
noticing that Marko seemed taken aback by the question, Eagun simply reaches into a pocket on his robe and throws a copper at growly.
"Interesting."