A Refreshing Breeze

The guild hall was brimming with life as mages buzzed about, eagerly talking about job requests and new moves they’d learned for future sparring matches. Chase could be found away from the group, sitting on one of the armchairs located off to the side of the room. His posture suggested that he was still wiping the vestiges of sleep away, relaxing deeply in his seat. His gaze remains fixated on the wall opposite of him, and he’s careful to keep his facial features slack lest someone suspect he’s plotting to harm them. He allows himself to listen to the news that was being shared. He didn’t bother trying to find a place in one of the conversations, and it wasn’t as though he had much to share anyways. He didn’t go throughout the cities of Fiore reading up on spells to better his magical ability, or travel away from the guild much at all. He found comfort being within the guild, a sense of belonging. He admits his life has become quite stagnant since joining the guild, a stiff routine where he spent a great deal of his time like this. Sitting still, alone, quiet. And maybe it’s not ideal. His magic is heavily dependent on change, after all, altering the air around him to aid himself, but he can’t bring himself to try and change this.