Butchering Forests

"Oh my god I am going to shoot someone!" Said a voice, travelling in a town surrounded with multiple people of varying races and the like. The town was a rather small one, but it was a trading town nonetheless: it had a variety of buildings, small and large, made out of a variety of materials inclusive of brick, cement, wood and some even had remnants of straw! In the middle of all this was a mage guild, a rather small one in fact, whose specialization was guard duty. In other news, they didn't know how to fight all that well, and the man walking was forced to save them from a Dark Guild only a few hours before.

The man was known as Artemis Reznik, a mage from Desperados and a prominent hunter of Dark Guilds and Dark Mages alike. He was muscular; relatively tall, somewhat tanned, and definitely a sight for the women with his messy blonde hair and bad boy looks. All this while, he was wearing a black tank-top with a pair of dark jeans, with a white jacket lined with fur at its hem. But, quite evidently, he was rather angry at how stupid the Guild is.

So, he went to the nearest bar and placed an order for a simple glass of apple juice, his favorite drink, as a means to cool himself off. He took the order, and began gulping like it was the last day of his life. "Damned weaklings." He howled to himself, letting nobody else listen in to his anger.