<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/zgXX7ad.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>Dagen Longfield  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292821.0)<br/><br/><strong>Time/ day</strong>morning, day after the first round<br/><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Rune, Melisa, Jessica, open<br/><br/><strong>Location </strong>temporary guild headquarters<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dagen lingered only a few moments, especially once he felt the ire rise in the masked mage nearby. Leave it to Dagen to become so single-minded that he failed to notice the only man Jessica did more than flirt with. Dagen was far from one to provoke the mage's envy, even if the masked figure handled it well enough. He rose and pecked a chaste kiss to Jessica's cheek, and knelt to off to the side in an apologetic bow to the Gentleman Magician, before turning his attention to Big Moma. To serve and honor you is reward enough, Big Moma. I am happy that you enjoyed my display. There is nothing more I could ask for. he said with no small amount of humility. He rose and bowed low to Jessica and the mage at her feet.<br/><br/>Forgive my intrusion. Go tend to our Big Moma, you've not much time with her lately, and I would be a terrible guild mate to keep you from her. If it pleases you, Moma, Rune and I will drag Melisa out for some shopping and perhaps get some time in a spa, I think she's earned it, wouldn't you agree? he chuckled and swept over to his sister rather flamboyantly, practically flouncing to her side and collecting his waiting cup of coffee before smooching her cheek loudly and wetly. Ah darling sister, you spoil me so with your marvelous cooking and ever full pot of coffee! Whatever would I do without you here to keep my life in order. he sighed dramatically before taking an exaggerated sip of his coffee as if it were the nectar of the gods themselves.<br/><br/>He cast a glance to Arawn's summons, and he tsked softly at them. Really you two. His luck with women is bad enough, especially as far as my darling twin is involved, you two should ease up on him. Summoned spirits are supposed to be helpful to their masters, on and off the battlefield. You especially, Dominante. Lighten up. Every word you say shouldn't be a cutting remark against this poor man's already flagging confidence. Dagen wasn't trying to be rude towards Arawn, he genuinely liked the man. But he had noticed how every time Rune was around, he stumbled and stuttered, and then there was the prior day at the arena, when simply seeing Rune in a wet, white shirt gave him a nosebleed. It was as endearing as it was amusing to him, but the man really needed to be blunt with his affection towards her. As blunt as her gauntlets had been in the face of the enemy mage she had pummeled.<br/><br/>Dagen moved to sit next to Melisa, and slid a plate of food in front of her. My darling, eat and have something to drink. You will need your strength for the events I have planned for us. Hey Rune, want to bring your admirer along with us? He looks like he could use a hair cut and a facial, darling. he said with a nod of finality. perhaps that would drag the two introverts in the guild out into some semblance of confidence in their respective fields. Besides, everyone needed to look their best for the next round, and his cuticles were atrocious.