Snippet #1338421

A deep sigh could be heard from one end of the bar inside the guild of Fantasia, the figure sat at the end of the bar disguised by the large newspaper that was spread out in front of him. It was the Magician's Times, a tabloid made to deal with only magical related subjects. The disguise was ruined as Morpeth lay the paper flat on the bar in front of him, frowning down at the article who's bold headline read Young Grace Out Of Action...
"I can't believe that they have already made an article about Talan." He said, looking up at Allie as she approached with a large tumbler of something he could only guess to be alcohol. He was not all too sure he was in the mood for it, though welcomed the drink any way.
"Well, it could've been the next day. Two weeks is a record for how long it took Fantasia news to reach the Times." As always, Allie provided the silver lining to the cloud, and Morpeth couldn't help but nod a little in agreement before turning his gaze back down onto the paper.

Had Talan seen this? It was a pretty big article, featuring pictures that he'd taken for other magical magazines. Everyone would know who he was now, and Morpeth couldn't help but be a little afraid as to what reaction the readers of this article would take if they saw his brother. Hopefully they would not make a fuss, or the happy Talan this page told them about would turn nasty. Not intentionally, he just didn't want the fuss.

He was distracted a little by another voice at the bar, peering round to find Analea standing there with a man. There had been rumours that she had managed to make a contract with another person, and by the looks of things that much was true. But there had been other sayings, that she enslaved humans. It was ridiculous to think that, anyone in Fantasia would know that Analea was far too nice to do anything like that.
Before he had a chance to even greet the girl after a year of absence, the man that accompanied her had swept her off her feet and was in the midst of carrying her out of the room. Well, as long as they were only going to sleep, that was fine with him. With that, he reached for the tumbler with a fingerless gloved hand, and took a swig of the beer inside.

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Talan was coming through the main lobby of Fantasia, hugging a large bundle of paper as he moved carefully from the Boss's office to the main bar. Since he was out of action as a mage, Talan busied himself with menial tasks such as pinning the new jobs up onto the board and sometimes even tending the bar for Allie. She didn't seem to appreciate him cutting in on her gig, but let him anyway.
He was confronted in the doorway by a taller man, who seemed to be carrying a familiar face in his arms. His head tilted slightly to the left as he looked at the girl,
"Analea?" It looked like her, but she had been away for so long he needed to question whether he was seeing things. He glanced up to the man that was carrying her, hugging the jobs closer to him as he couldn't help but feel undermined by his presence. "Are you back for good now, Ana?" He couldn't help but ask. Before she had left, they had spent a lot of time together in the guild, and gone on a few minor jobs together. He couldn't deny that he had missed his friend while she was gone for so long.