Snippet #1343925

Ozwald Kornelius Claiymoar sat by the windowsill of his tower room, sipping his coffee. He smiled softly as he looked outside to see the sun just barely peaking over the ocean on the east. He looked down below and saw guild master Nevark was already up doing his morning exercises, leaving Oz in charge of all the organizational tasks....typical.
Ozwald didn't mind, though. This guild was just as much his as it was Nevark's, he figured. And whoever the new guild master would be, no doubt they'd still need Ozwald for years to come.

Ozwald looked at his rustic grandfather clock. 5:30 a.m.
Perfect.
The man sighed happily as he got up from his spot and walked over to his desk. It was neat and tidy, with all his books, loose sheets, pencils, pens, and everything else perfectly organized. Placing his coffee down (on a coaster of course, as to avoiding staining his beautifully crafted oak desk), Ozwald cleared his throat before grabbing his intercom and flipping the switch to its 'on' position. A humming noise could be heard throughout the entire guild.

"Goooooooooooood morning Golden Leo! Up and at'em, everybody! It's Hibiscus's bicentennial and we have QUITE the big day ahead of us! I expect each and everyone one of you in the main hall for roll call within the next 10 minutes, unless you'd like to be Master Nevark's new sparring partner for the next week!"

Ozwald happily switched the mike off and placed it back on his desk before grabbing his coffee and clipboard. He happily sauntered down the stairs, humming cheerily to himself. Today was going to be a good day.