Kenna had been sitting by the bar, enjoying a good glass of bourbon while looking through some paperwork for most of the day now. Doing the administrative side of jobs somehow took more of a toll on the raven-haired maiden than the actual job, but as even the annoying things needed doing, she’d diligently put herself to the task. She’d been in the middle of calculating a rather difficult formula when the door slammed open and the ruckus began. The pencil snapped between her slender fingers as loud voices resonated from behind her, nulling her focus and the number she had calculated, and was halfway turning around on her barstool, a deep inhale ready to yell something at her fellow members about the noise, pencils and certain places to put them if they couldn't remain quiet when she actually noticed what was going on. Good thing she turned before yelling things, or she’d made herself look like an inconsiderate ass.
Dropping the two halves of the pencil unto her paperwork the Slayer hopped off her barstool, tapping the bar’s surface as a signal, and watched as Imai picked up the newcomer, helping her to a nearby seat so she could take a breather. The girl herself, silvery hair, slender figure and quite revealing due to her tattered clothes, or whatever remained of them, seemed exhausted. The burnt skin her slayer eyes took in showed the girl had been braving the desert around Ace of Spades for a tad bit too long. A glass of water was shoved her way by the bartender and Kenna took her leave from the bar, towards Imai and the young girl. She found herself just within hearing distance to overhear the girl coming from Pergrande, and introducing herself to Imai as Sylviana. And when the question came whether Imai was the guildmaster, Kenna couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the thought. If it had been the case, she was sure he’d make a fine guildmaster… just not as he was at current. He’d need a few more years of ‘ripening’ for that, she thought to herself as she opened her mouth and replied before her good friend could. ”I’ll have to disappoint you, but the guildmaster’s out for some business at current. Though Imai would make a great substitute one day, methinks.” Kenna said, carefully showing herself on the other side of the silverhaired girl. Kenna put the glass of water she’d taken from the bar down on the table before Sylviana, in case she needed something to smoothen her throat with, and with a simple twist called out a cloak from her pocket dimension, laying it upon the girl’s shoulders in a gesture to cover her up a bit. ”You must’ve had a long journey, Sylviana, so please relax for a while. We won’t run away while you do.” The ravenhaired maiden smiled heartily at the newcomer. ”My name is Kenna, one of Sabertooth’s mages. And this strapping young lad here is Imai, our fiercest and most promising member,” She gave her friend a playful wink as she introduced him. ”If there’s anything we can help you with, or if you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask. We’ll gladly oblige to your request if it is within our power.”