Boreas
Boreas merely chuckled in response to his guildmaster's announcement. Despite having been part of a guild that was disbanded by a legal guild, he wasn't worried. Most legal guilds could only deal with small time bandits; Nightmare Hearts was a completely different matter. Boreas' grin only grew wider at the thought of tearing through weak legal mages from a small-time guild, and he almost began to shudder with anticipation. He doubted that the mayor could have got the message very far; he couldn't think of any strong legal guilds in the area. Then again, that guild that had disbanded Black Fang wasn't all that far way. Fairy something... He remembered that their name involved a bad pun. Even if it was them, it would give him a shot at revenge. He scoured his brain for any memories of their wizards, but could only remember three: some geezer who used some crazy, flashy magic, a young man who had control over metal, and a woman with unnatural strength. It had been six years, so he didn't remember them very clearly.
"Sir?"
Boreas snapped back to reality to see a lower-ranking mage stood next to him.
"What?" He scowled, "Don't waste my time."
"Well, sir, you've been sitting there for quite some time, and I was wondering if-"
"Don't rush me!" Boreas snapped as he shot from his chair and used his magic to send the lower-ranking mage flying across the room, "You must be dense if you think I'm just going to sit here while I have the chance to kill some upstart legal mages."
Boreas flung open a window and used his magic to levitate out of the room. It didn't seem like any of the legal mages had turned up yet, so he found a perch on the roof of a house in the town's residential areas, where there would be plenty of people (or meatshields, as Boreas referred to them), and waited, firing off the occasional blast of wind into a randomly chosen house to keep himself from being bored.