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Everyone had their way of blowing off steam. Some hit the tavern to gossip, or gamble, or drink themselves into oblivion. Others yet took back to the training grounds to get a head start on the next day’s drills annoyingly enough. Guy found that he enjoyed the warm glow of the tavern, much to the chagrin of his peers. The Magisters were supposed to be above it all. Their socializing being contained to stuffy balls, and dinners rife with subterfuge. As fun as all that could be, and boy did he love watching another member of the Magisterium fall, there was something to be said about disappearing into the masses for an evening. More often than not he went home with a lover in tow and new secrets tucked away for future use.
That particular night a certain buzz seemed to fill the tavern, an almost palpable sensation that only happened when someone knew showed up. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, but it certainly never seemed to reach the pitch it currently found itself at. It certainly didn’t take him long to spot the source of the excitement. The stranger sat nearly a head above those around him. The piercing blue eyes looking out at those around him almost as if to challenge anyone to approach him, though Guy was sure he was reading too much into his gaze as an excuse to keep an eye on his almost painfully handsome features. “I don’t believe I've seen you around before.” He mused, his voice dripping with honey, as he signaled the bartender. “Let me get your next round as a welcome to our sleepy city.”
