Man, sometimes, man… sleeping on the benches and chairs of the large, cozy guild hall was a blessing in disguise. It looked uncomfortable, but there was just something about it that was so pleasing and relaxing. Maybe it was the realization that it was alright for him to nap there, and that the freedom that he possessed generated this relaxation, but the shaman couldn’t put his finger on it just yet. What he could, though, was confirming that he was often found sleeping in on one of these comfortable benches or sofas. And the regular visitors and guild members often never batted an eye.
This was his domain, his Paradise… okay, maybe not exactly, but pretty darn close if you asked him.
That was why, when a random, raven-haired lad pushed the doors open and proclaimed his arrival with such a high decibel, that Mura jolted up in the air and ended up facing the floor a moment after.
“Hurgh… w-what the hell…?”
“New guy over there…”
“Oh…” Mura coughed a little to clear his throat, then raised his hand to grab the attention of all the drinkers in the hall at the moment, “Everyone, give him a warm welcome!”
The visitors and members all lifted their mugs, and in merry union, they shouted back:
“AND HELLO, YOUNG LAD!!!”
That should do for some hospitality.