<div class="floatright">(https://s25.postimg.cc/kl0p26173/sample_48be596ef6e9b6963c926e2d909f75ec_zps3737f.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Ryuuji<br/><strong>Time/ day</strong>Second day of the Games, Rest day<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Everyone around<br/><strong>Location </strong>Rented House<br/><hr/><br/>Ryuuji saw Laeran agreed to him before the older mage replied,<br/><br/>"Also we can ask directly from publisher of the magazine who photographer was, of course they can be tight lipped about it but I think you can be persuasive then."<br/><br/>The older mage threw a glance at the guild’s resident healer, seemingly satisfied that she would be sufficiently distracted before browsing to the back of the magazine,<br/><br/>"So come along and see can we get some information squeezed out. I try carrot first and tell we are interested on said photographer in mind for further work, it's least intimidating approach and causes less ruffled feathers."<br/><br/>Ryuuji immediately followed the fire mage as he walked out of the house. Inwardly though, the sword-mage couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he thought to himself,<br/><br/>‘Laeran is being too optimistic… The Express has been doing this for a year; we wouldn’t be the first with bones to pick with them. The fact that they still managed to continue anyway means that normal persuasion doesn’t work on them. This kind of people only accepts one thing to get the point across: Violence…’<br/><br/>Soon enough he found himself standing in front of a surprisingly normal two-stories building. If it wasn’t for the board hung on top of the door with the words “The ExpresS” on it, he wouldn’t have known that it was their destination. He turned to Laeran then,<br/><br/>“Well, ready to put your business face on? You get in, I'll wait here. You're an unknown face to them, I was known to be in the same guild. Me not being there should give you more leeway. Just to be clear though, the moment the discussion went south, send a signal and get out of here… I’ll handle the rest.”