"Don't thank me for a job I bound to do," proclaimed Éclair, "-besides, the transport will be handled by couriers. They'll charge 100 for the trip." Back to the busy workshop, he strolled past the larger path posed as the divide from grim and dirty to clean and somewhat nice. A four-story-high building with minimal effort on design. It looked plain, plain as it gets – nothing more could be said.
'Here's the place where most of the in-campus guild meets. I only came here during the introduction meeting. How's lady Haru?' in after the long corridors, signs nailed on various corners showed where to head. He followed suit with hands in pocket and a pathetic attempt at whistling. He resembled more of an idiot than a boy, though, none cared to comment for they were focused at their hands. The door of the Trader's guild room opened paired with clamor as opposed to screeching. Rusted unleveled hinges, he presumed to stand respectfully.
