It is built into a terraced mountain with vast forestry growing on each level. Two towers were also built on either side of the mountain connecting directly to it. Inside, there was at least one, vast meeting hall which had the symbol of the Guild framing the doorway on either side. At the front of the room, elevated above the rest of the room by a platform was a throne of sorts a small table beside it.
Things had been feeling a little too quiet as of late. It was starting to become honestly dull, though Mallora could have really gone on jobs at any time previously she just hadn't really felt motivated. Still, there was a point that even she had to say that enough was enough, which was what had driven her to where she now stood, in front of the jobs designated for S-class mages. "Who would have thought picking my poison would be this difficult. Or that being so bored would make it that way..."
Not far from the S-Class request board... in fact, behind it, there was a chair. In this chair sat a man of large stature, approximately six feet and two inches tall. His hair was scarlet as blood-stained cloth, worn in a spiky mullet cascading over his shoulders, and a bit more of this brilliant red shade would be seen in the form of a goatee upon his chin. He wore garbs of the traditional persuasion, featuring black pants, a white top lined in red, and a flowing black cape with an interior to match the color of his hair. His eyes were... closed? Yes; it appeared this man's eyes were sealed shut, yet his mouth was very open and producing sounds akin to those heard by bears in the wilderness. This man was Siegfried. He was one of Raven Tail's top members, the Purgatory Dragon Slayer, and a legend in his own right... and he was slacking off by hiding and sleeping behind the place he should have been inspecting for potential jobs.
Of course it made it harder to choose jobs when it sounded like there was some sort of primal beast lurking behind the board. Not that it was one she hadn't heard before, mind you. It was just loud enough to wake the dead. A young woman looking to earn a little coin and cure boredom like she could hardly choose. So, instead she would turn her attention behind the board. Sure enough, it was exactly who she had expected it to be sleeping on the job. Ever so slightly smirking she would then slide off one of her gloves. The Devil Slayer wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to provoke a sleeping bear, after all. Bringing her right fist to her left palm, she would take only a moment to coat her hand in a thin violet sheet of ice. Just enough for what she would need: a patent-pending Ice Devil's frozen touch, perfect for waking up even the deepest of sleepers. Hand prepped, Mallora would waste no time in showing her less mature side that only those in Syndicate had ever really been privy to as she brought the hand to the back of Siegfried's neck without so much as a word of warning.
All was peaceful in the mind of the sleeping Dragon Slayer. He had no job to occupy him at present, and as such, he had no worries. One might even believe he was having a rather pleasant dream. That is, until an incredible chill made its way through his body, starting at the back of his neck. His eyes shot open, revealing piercing red irises and bloodshot sclerae as the man began to shiver from head to toe, teeth chattering. "Cold cold cold COLD COLD!!!" he shouted while thrashing about in his chair. Fire spewed from his mouth, and eventually began coming from his body as well. This caused the incineration of the chair he sat in, and as his rear end hit the floor, he was brought back to reality enough to set his gazes upon the culprit. Still shivering, he stared daggers in the woman's direction, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke. "Why? Just... why? I was having such a good dream, too..."
His reaction was nothing short of beautiful. The immediate shivering followed by complaints of cold did her well to know she had succeeded. At the first signs of flames though her iced hand would retreat as she allowed the ice to disappear with a little help from her teammate's fire. Though the glare he shot would bring a bit of a shiver to her for knowing what he was capable of Mallora was quite pleased with herself for the moment. Not minding that the chair was the lone casualty of her prank she would offer her other hand in effort to help him stand back up as she finally spoke. "You make it hard for me to choose a job with how loudly you snore, Sieg. Though please, tell me all about your dream as you find a job for us to take together. If it's the both of us we might just finish easily and you must be about as bored as I am."
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