He ran his hand across the stone wall in the entryway. His feet pressed against the stone walkway emblazoned with the red symbol of the guild. He took in a deep breath and continued all the way into the grounds. It was an open area and a walkway lined with trees and benches. The wind gently rustled the few leaves on the trees. Astera was a far cry from all his time spent in Era but he grew attached to it. A fine place to begin and a big enough city to make a difference in it.
The guild was quiet today in the early hours of the morning. The hall was before him. His office window was on the second floor looking back down at him. On the ground level was the door to the meeting and dining hall. Placed there to feel immediately welcoming to people. Behind it was The Academy. A place for study and training. One section devoted to academics and the other larger section for training in all manner of tactics.
The wind mage stepped up to the heavy wooden doors. His hands pressed against the brass handles and with a tug the doors slid open. They only moved a few inches when, out of the corner of his eye he caught the glimpse of something. With a smile he opened the door wide, letting in fresh air and set down his bag. Old habits die hard. He opened his bag and set it leaned against the doorway. Within it he pulled out his thermos filled with tea and one of his tea cups. He poured himself a small drink and took a few sips and set it back down.
He then moved to the object that caught his eye. A broom that sat against the wall. If there was one thing that he was urged to do. It was to clean up a mess. He began sweeping up the polished wooden floors of the guildhall while whistling a soft tune. He started off waiting for others to arrive but began to get lost in his thoughts, blissfully unaware.