Komainu and the Drifter

Her body was restless, knee bouncing up and down as she leaned forward in her chair to hover over her mahogany desk. Her eyes were mindlessly scanning over the organized stack of papers in an effort to get ahead on the variety of financial reports that seem to flood her mailbox daily. Running the largest guild in the country was no easy task; sure she had help from a few of her members in keeping up with the day-to-day stuff, but when it came down to reports from the Magic Council, the Toveri Alliance, and even those sent out by the Magic Academy they had founded, in can get a bit overwhelming. Having spent her last four days cheering on her team at the Grand Magic Games she had been cooped up in her office tackling the large stack of bills and reports that came through during the time she was done, and she had somehow managed to make it through about ninety percent of all the data and documents she had to acquire and submit to the council in the following week. But her mind was fried and her body was aching to get out of her plush chair and get active. She ran her fingers through her loose hair, staring out her in office windows and the guild members that were hanging out in the library that her office was located in; enjoying light conversation or the literary adventures of the book collection they hold. Samarra thought about taking a break, but knew she should power through until the end of the papers.