The sunlight crept into his bedroom window and shined on his face. Groaning the young man sat up and rubbed his eyes with his left hand before reaching for a silvery object and attaching it to his right shoulder, the object making a subtle click as he flexed each appendage on the hand. Nodding in satisfaction the nineteen year old wizard began to get ready for the day.<br/><br/>Then about an hour later he arrived at his guild, he approached the bar and and sat at the stool. "Coffee Mira, and make it an espresso." The young man mumbled as he rubbed his forehead.<br/><br/>"Seems like a normal day for you my boy." Muttered a short old man. The Silver Armed Wizard looked at him before chuckling.<br/><br/>"Morning to you too Master. Any news I should be aware of?" He asked as he smirked.<br/><br/>"We have a new recruit. She's a bit shy but I'm thinking she'd be a perfect person for you to form a team with." The old man stated. "It'd be good for you to have some backup you know. Wolves don't Travel in packs Fenrir."<br/><br/>"Master Makarov, aside from my incident three years ago, I'm perfectly fine. I've done good as a solo wizard since then. What good will I be teaming up with a newbie wizard?" Fenrir asked with a small annoyed glare.<br/><br/>"She isn't new. She's from another guild that kicked her out." The Guild Master stated.<br/><br/>"For what? Bad behavior?" The one armed wizard asked. "Also it's been pretty quiet. Are the two brawlers not here yet?"<br/><br/>"Not from what I've seen must still be on their missions." Makarov noted. Fenrir just shrugged and took his coffee when it arrived and drank. He had a feeling this would be a long day.