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Stalking on top of the rooftops was fun, though it got boring fast. What did he get out of these excursions again? Will didn't know, and the mildly irritated expression on his slightly pale face could be amusing to some people. As he let out an agitated huff, Will wiped the back of his hand against his forehead. Slick with sweat from bouncing from roof-top to roof-top, William felt another brief feeling of irritation sweep through his chest like a burning arrow.

William knew he needed to loosen up some every now and then. Have some fun. However, he found enjoyment in traveling around and helping with the Hunter's Guild. Another reason was that he slept a lot. Didn't help much with his increasing stress and frustration. The feeling of being cooped up within the Guild and researching a bunch of stuff had only shot up with time. His almost forced isolation on himself didn't do much good.

Releasing another frustrated sigh, Will roughly rubbed his hands against the rapidly drying sweat of his face. Before he settled down in Felici, he had traveled a lot. And before he traveled, he settled down in one of the cities in Wuld. Was it Wuld? Will couldn't remember- yeah, it was Wuld. Maybe it was Strun. Whichever country Isleid was in. He ended up studying Archaeology and Anthropology for a time.

Then his house caught on fire. Ugh, even thinking of the stupid Magi's lack of control made his blood boil. William let out another aggravated sigh, slinging himself down from the side of the ladder he was clinging onto. Strolling into the bar across the street, William considered the dark colored outfit he wore before shrugging idly and casually snagging one of the bar's seats. Light golden eyes flickered over the dark-haired woman next to him, lingering on her shoulder holsters and the faint glimpse of a tattoo on her other shoulder.

Hmm. As she motioned for the bartender to come over, he slapped down a few bills on the counter and rose an eyebrow. A mildly amused expression crossed over his face as one of the taller guys laid a hand on her shoulder. Her icy verbatim in response made him snort slightly, before considering the bartender. He was rather intimately familiar with bars, however few he had been to. First time had been rather traumatic, considering it was his first few shots of vodka.

"I'd listen to the lady. And a beer, please." he commented idly, a bottle of it sliding across the table to in front of his face. Taking a light swig of the drink, he let his molten eyes swivel over the man almost approvingly.