Whether there was peaceful silence or friendly chatter, it was broken when Ando burst into the guild hall. A determimed, vengeful expression on his face, he leapt inside and landed on a table, an audible crack heard from the wood below his feet. As Ando pointed around the room, his eyes were aglow with an orange tinge and smoldering ashes radiated off of his hands.
So, obviously, he was pissed.
"I demand to know where my sword is! I will not be separared from my glorious weapon!"
Ando's accusing stance wasn't aimed at anyone in general... in fact, he seemed more confused than accusatory. Either way, he stood as the current center of attention, waiting for answers from the guildmates he barely even knew.