In an above average town we find a busy street. The buildings within town don't go over two stories, seeming almost blocky, with a town hall at the center. The tiled roads are covered in open shops in a busy market district. Shouts of day-to-day deals are being made, and limited offers being announced. Most of the streets were filled with people as far as the eye can see. Pack mules carrying large amount of vegetation in hopes for farmer to make money, travelers restocking supplies, and traders hoping for new stock and food to be traded. At an open café sitting on the sidewalk was a cloaked man. He was continuously checking his surroundings, making sure no one truly knew who he was. He told the waitress he was waiting for something, and made sure to not look her in the face.
He had to hurry. The mark left on his shoulder started to burn a short while ago. From the pure black that it was it now is a burning red. He knew this was a sign that the Pack had found out he had left entirely. They would be after his trail within two days at most. Considering that Toma could simply create a portal under him at any moment, he truly needed to hurry. The door to the café opened and he nearly jumped. Out walked an old man. He seemed barely able to walk and his back was curved from many years of hardship. His height was at about at four feet at most.
His only item of stability was his staff that towered over him with an odd symbol also engraved on the end. He limped over to the table with the waitress bracing herself to catch him if he fell. The old man happily kept at his own pace until finally pulling the chair out slowly. Without a word he let his staff go for the waitress to catch, sat himself up onto the chair, and put his hand out once more to be given his staff back. The waitress handed it and asked if he would like anything to drink. The old man's smiling face broke into a scowl and said, "Alright, how about a nice cup of shut the fuck up and go away? Got any of that? If so, then please, DRINK IT FOR ME!" the waitress was in complete shock as the man seemed satisfied and turned to the boy in front of him. Right as the waitress was about to shout at the man to complain, the old man rested his arms onto the table and motioned one hand upward. Her body rose high into the air until she couldn't be seen again.
A small chuckle escaped the old man's mouth as he continued, "So, now that we're alone, what can I do ya for boy? You've gone into some dark places I see. Don't worry, you aren't anywhere near someone like me. Now stop hiding or you'll join our kinky lil' waitress." Brady removed his hood, and made one last check of his surroundings. The old man chuckled as Brady began to explain the need for this old wizard.
"I need someone to get rid of the Guilds seal. It's not like the others. It's made for our leader to find us at all times no matter what. It's imbued with so many properties because of the level of trust that's required with it, and it's made sure that no one can just up and leave like I am. The only person I know alive to be able to willingly remove it would be you. Can you do that for me?"
The old man pondered for a second as he jokingly stroked his imaginary beard. Brady began to worry at the time being taken to respond. The old man winked and gave a confirmation nod. Brady let out a sigh of relief. "Also, I have a favor to ask. Could you, by chance, tell me where I can grab some wizards to start my own sort of guild?" questioned Brady.
The Old man's smile grew at this question. "So, you wanna start a war do ya?" he asked excitedly. Brady's eyes widened at the possibility. He hadn't considered that to happen. He just wanted protection and to move on without any problems to come. He was able to sneak pretty deep in the bonds of The Wolf Pack, so he shouldn't have a problem with the easy pickings that any other guild might have. The bonds aren't as deep in a large scale guild. There are too many people in them. The old man chuckled at the scary thought and threw out a piece of paper towards Brady. "Use those guilds, boy! They have lots of young ones you can use to brainwash or whatever you do. Just stay away from mine! I don't need problems in mine!" barked the Old Man.
Brady smirked and asked what if he did. "If you do I'll boil your head til your brain pops outta your head. That'll be the light of it!" threatened the old man. Brady seemed confused but the unkind gesture still ran a chill down his back. Brady got up to thank the man, but the only response he was given was a large WHACK on his upper arm. A sharp sting runs throughout his body. Brady couldn't believe how badly the staff had hurt him, but he noticed the searing pain of the Guild mark had ceased. He lifted up his sleeve to find it had disappeared completely. Brady bowed in appreciation for the pain and freedom that had finally been given to him since he had left that guild. The Old man only nodded and had leapt off the seat. As he waddled away a small low toned laugh could be heard.
Brady pondered the reasoning when he noticed a small black cut seemed to be within the ground. His eyes widened and he realized what just had happened. Toma had actually heard the entire conversation. Brady hopped the café fence and began to run. The café door opened to greet the old man, he happily smiled and entered. "That boy there's goin' to be some real problems. Why not call in a merc guild! It'll Take some pressure off him. I'm almost interested in seeing what the famous Wolf Pack is capable of. After all, I hear they've got some real monsters if angered." Says the old man as the waitress's body finally slams onto the ground. The shop owner, caught off guard shrieks in horror as the pile of crushed bloody flesh laid there.