Another day in the streets of hargeon. The city bustling with excitement from the impending party at the guild hall had so many spirits high. None higher than that of the emerald sage himself. He could not contain such excitement alone. He had redecorated his entire shop to reflect that spring had sprung and that the good weather and fun were here to stay.

But that feeling of excitement was quickly dashed when he heard the cry of a small child. Something like that could not be ignored. He had to investigate. He flung himself over the bar, grabbing his sword from behind the door of the shop and quickly strapping it to his back.

Was such a massive blade needed, possibly not, but you could never be too careful in a port town. Especially during tourist season. Thugs tended to roam the streets causing quite the ruckus. Such behavior he could not tolerate. Would not tolerate.
So off he went to explore what had happened out in the streets.

He could hear a woman speaking to someone. Her tone of voice sounded quite stern, perhaps someone had already beaten him to the punch. Which would have been fine with him. As long as the child was being taken care of. That is truly all that mattered to him in the long run of it all.

But that wouldn't stop him from going to the scene to see what had occurred here. He would quickly pull a passerby aside by the arm. "Do you know what happened here?" He asked with a look of concern on his face. The citizen he had pulled aside told him the tale of a heroic buxom blond who had stepped in.

What a tale it was to hear such a thing occurring in the streets. He had no knowledge of such a woman in his own guild. Meaning this sorceress was from one of the visiting guilds to the city. Ah a potential comrade, he thought to himself. It all made sense to him now. He still needed to find this woman. Introduce himself and properly thank her for having come to the child's aid.

He would release the citizen and turn the corner. From a distance he could see the woman standing in a field of ice from the look of it. An elemental sorceress no doubt about that. He channeled his magic into his left eye, activating his ability. He did a quick scan of her to see what to expect.

She was indeed from a visiting guild, so he had little to worry about when approaching her. But first, the child, he had to insure that she was alright. He would make a mad dash towards the girl. Kneeling down in her direction. He would assess her condition. Seeing that everything was okay he took a sigh of relief. Now it was time to thank the woman.

"On behalf of Blue Pegasus thank you for protecting this child." He said with a warm smile, very characteristic for him at this stage of his life. He would rise up from his kneeled position. The man before her standing six foot four inches tall. A very toned body, not covered by much but a white hooded jacket, un zipped with floral print on it.

HIs guild mark plain to see to anyone who was around, and his head full of auburn red hair shining like a beacon guiding a ship to port. Needless to say, he wasn't your run of the mill looking Joyan.

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What an interesting woman this had turned out to be. She had the form and figure of an exotic dancer, with all the personality of a dominatrix. Good lord, he didn't need another of those on his hands. But perhaps he could make an exception for her in this regard. She did save the child, even if her reason was completely self serving. After all she could have just taken a different path.

No, there was more to this woman, he could feel it in his bones. But for now he would simply just allow her to keep the act up. After all, it wasn't his place to call her on it. They didn't even know one another. Just that they were from sister guilds. Which was enough for him to trust her. Even if that trust was as thin as the ice she had manifested to kill a man. Neutral guilds didn't exactly have to follow all the rules that light guilds did. So it wasn't really his problem.

Now she wanted a favor from him, typical, that seemed to be how this always went. But such things could not be helped truly. He was a high ranking member of the guild, and surely that was known all throughout the land. So if helping this woman achieve her goal was how he would wipe the slate clean. Then so be it. No real problem with that at all.

But the real problem here was, he had to tend to his shop. Though perhaps this wouldn't take too long. After all, it wasn't open yet, and he only needed to make preparations for the catering of the event. He could always just work through the night. Not like he had anything else going on at the time. So what harm could it really do to lend this strange woman a hand.

"Well since you put it that way, you've got a deal." He said as one of his hands reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and put it to his lips. With a quick snap of his fingers he would ignite the smoky treat between his lips. Taking a long inhale for a moment before exhaling out of his nose. For a moment he chuckled to himself thinking of how he looked a bit like a real dragon when he did such a thing.

He would raise both beautifully sculpted arms above his head, doing a bit of a stretch. Causing a small popping sound to be heard escaping his back. What a feeling, what a beautiful feeling. Such a thing could not be taken for granted. Some people couldn't even pop their backs, which was sad. But not for him, he could enjoy being so limber, and easily adjustable.

Raking his hand through his luscious red locks he would turn his emerald gaze back to the blonde in front of him. Taking the cigarette from his moth, giving it a small flick to ash it then back to his lips.
"So where to boss lady?" Taking the route of sarcasm to let her know that he was flirting with her, harmlessly.

It was quite clear to him, that this woman took herself very seriously. Nothing wrong with that, but not something he would subscribe to. He was quite the laid back man. No real sense of urgency about him, unless it was a matter of life or death. This was not one of those times, at least in his own mind that is.

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As it would seem, this woman wanted to waste very little time in getting straight to work. Which was fine, he was always more of a fan of pure action, than merely words. Seeing as she was more than eager to begin the onslaught of these sea faring barbarians he would do the same. He placed one hand behind his head, resting on the handle of the blade attached to his back. He would send magic into scabbard, unleashed the locks that kept it in place.

With a wide swing, his sword was set free from it's confining prison. He drove it into the ground, cracking the cobble stone underneath his feet. "Time to let the beast out."
He said as his emerald orbs turned a serpent yellow, black slits taking the place of his humanoid pupils.

His sun kissed arms replaced by black scales with a green hue, encasing his body up to his neck. Beast like canines replacing his other wise normal teeth, horns coming out from underneath the fiery auburn hair that covered his crown. He drug his now talon like nails down the side of a brick wall, creating sparks.

With the transformation complete, it was time for the emerald dragon of the forests to begin unleashing all the rage built up within him. Grabbing the handle of his blade firmly with one hand, he leapt a full eighteen feet into the air, lunching himself forward like a speeding bullet, whirling his blade around him like food processor through the pirates that were before them.

As he landed on his feet, nothing but a red mist fallowed behind him, like a vapor trail from a jet taking off. Swinging his blade in front of him, shedding the blood that now decorated his blade on the path in front of him. Resting his blade squarely on his shoulders.

There had to be more than this. Where there was one cockroach there were thousands more. Which meant ample opportunity for him to test the sharpness of his blade on live targets. Which could only serve to benefit himself in the long run. What a feeling, being able to finally let loose after months behind a bar and inside of a kitchen.

This was certainly the break he needed, and craved. While he swore to not take life needlessly, these individuals meant to do harm to his home. Which meant they had already punched their ticket for a shallow grave. They just hadn't learned of that fact yet. Oh but they would, they certainly would. He was not here to impress the woman that had asked him to go on this little errand. It was his duty to show the ferocity of the guild. Remind them of the monsters that they believed were so vain and stuck up.

"I'm still hungry it seems." He said with a toothy grin on his face. There had to be more of them, there just had to be, he would not accept that they had dealt with them all. No he had seen how individuals such as these operated. They used large numbers to overwhelm port towns and raid them. Which he would not allow to happen here. Not in this which was his home. The shining jewel on the water would never be taken.

He turned his head toward his companions direction to see how she was doing. Hopefully she was having as much fun wiping scum off the face of the earth as he was. Justice, it was the most beautiful thing.

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She was quite the barbarian. Something so beautiful and yet so violent. It was truly a shame didn't join Blue Pegasus. She could have made a lovely addition to the roster of their guild. Beauty, and savagery what a lovely combination it was. But he could not dwell on that now. He sniffed the air like a blood hound on the trail. But his nose came up with nothing. Meaning they had dealt with the trash that was here.

Which could only mean it was time to go hunting for more elsewhere. She had roped him into this whole ordeal, but he was not truly angry about it. It was a lovely way to let off steam, and he had someone doing it with him. Which made it a bit more fun. He would revert back to his human form.

He popped his neck, and rolled his shoulders. It had been quite some time since he had used that form. Only truly in practice, these were small fry enemies, so practicing on them was nothing for him. Training wheels so to speak of course. But with more practice, perhaps it could be as seamless as breathing.

He would put his blade back in the holster on his back. Turning to face his companion with a smile on his face. "Let me know if you need help again." After those words, he took his leave.

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It would seem that their work was not yet completed. Perhaps it was bad manners for him to leave her up in the middle of their passionate crusade. Privateers had no place in this civilized society of theirs. Rehabilitation was far too kind, and only something he believed in for those who were truly remorseful. It was clear to him by their actions that they weren't.

He flicked the sweat from his brown, before grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his board shorts. He chuckled at her words even still. He placed a cigarette to his mouth and snapped his fingers to light it. Taking a drag off of it, in the manner someone does so after having a night of pleasure.

He turned his attention to the buxom blond beside him and smirked as she showed off her chest for him. Almost as if to lure him to doing more work for her. It seemed she had picked up a few tricks from the women in Blue Pegasus. Unfortunately for her. She didn't know him well enough, to surmise that such things don't exactly work on him.

But she was putting so much effort into trying to woo him into continuing he could only laugh it off.
"Well then, I suppose I'll accompany you for a bit longer.

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