Its name...is Gryphon Wing!
At the tippy-top of one of the higher hills in town, and down a winding alley, one would find the Guild Street. Here, though each Guild Hall was of a quite respectable size, they had for some reason (probably something to do with taxes, or the lack of space given that the town was built in a hilly, semi-mountainous area) been quite crammed together and the road had become quite narrow. Still, from every rooftop hung some sort of flag or symbol, and among these the local Mage Guild's sign was easily visible. The feathered, sharp-beaked insignia of Gryphon Wing fluttered in the breeze much like the feathers of its namesake, announcing its presence proudly to all who might so much as glance its way. And already smoke came from its chimney, and one could catch the scent of homely cooking from the wafting cloud. Its door and windows shone from within, though soon their glow would be lost as the sun made its way higher into the sky to cleanse the last vestiges of early blue twilight. Still, the sight within would only become clearer--that of many young men and women around tables, hoisting tankards high or chatting in excitement as they prepared to take on the day.
HP: 12/12 * MP: 80/80
Atticus sipped a relaxing cup of tea as he sat down with a book for his usual morning routine. The heat of the drink and its strong flavor woke him up, the book gave his brain a nice "warm up," and as soon as the Job Board wasn't quite so crowded, he would see about finding himself some work. He hoped today he would be able to find something that wasn't quite so...vigorous...as the usual sorts of tasks Mages were asked to do. Sure, he could fight off monsters or criminals as well as just about anyone else in the Guild--perhaps a bit better, even, given the nature of his Magic--but he personally preferred the easier quests. Finding herbs for medicine, retrieving lost items, exploring (uninhabited) ruins to bring back new information and discoveries. He liked body guarding too, as most times people didn't actually get attacked on the roads--Fiore was wacky sometimes, but it was far from lawless--and it gave Atticus the opportunity to travel to new places and meet new people.
He smiled sadly into his drink, watching the ripples distort his reflection. If someone had told him seven years ago that he would be a coward, sitting back taking the easy money while the rest of his friends went out and did heroic things and stopped bad guys, he would have probably punched them even though he had been such a scrawny nerd. He was still a little bit on the gangly side, but at least now he was taller and it was a more athletic kind of skinny. But no, fighting was too dangerous now. Not for him. Just everyone else.
He looked around to see who was here this morning. He hadn't seen the Guild Master yet, but Zebulon's office door on the second floor was slightly ajar, and there was a thin trail of pipe smoke coming from it, so the elder was probably doing paperwork or something. Lusine was at the counter today, wearing that bright smile of hers as usual, but all of the other S-Ranks were gone right now. Rutger hadn't been seen in a week, but that wasn't unusual for him--even though it was clear the first-born son loved the Guild like his own family, he had a great deal of his father in him. Zebulon had once been known as a Solo Mage, and Rutger probably could have made that kind of living himself if he so chose. Gottfried had left yesterday, all the way to Mount Hakobe near Magnolia on one of his monster slaying quests. He would be back sooner than Rutger, but that was at least a three day round trip. Lily had also left the day before, but Atticus had only seen her setting out that night. Still, she was the type that tried to get things done as efficiently as possible, so she would probably be back sooner than the others. Lusine caught his eye as he started looking for some of the others around his own age, like Lot, and the Guild Master's daughter gave him a smile and a wave as she did to everyone else. Atticus blushed a little into his tea and shyly returned the gesture.
But now his cup was empty, so he sat it down on the saucer, dog-eared the page of his book before returning it to his satchel, and slid back his seat. Time to see what the day had in store, he supposed...