[PQ] there's magic in the making

Jorseval

there's a high tide rising
oh, and I don't mind

Jory walked into the Guild Hall like a fish walking up out of the water and onto the beach. He looked very much the ranger, a strip of cloth still covering the bottom of his face and strung across his back and striding in the door and looking around like the very concept of a building was foreign to him. IT was, mostly, but he shrugged that off quick enough when her spotted Amalia and made a beeline for her little setup. It was a fair trade, he supposed, trading some of his time in exchange for the patience that Amalia had already given him. Not that he was particularly sorry about barging into her bakery in a drunken stupor but well, she needed help and her was here, let's not examine this any further.

"G'morning Chickadee!" He beamed, tugging down his mask and leaning in quickly to give her friendly kiss on the cheek. It was a proven fact that Amalia's baked goods were as good as a siren's song and he waisted no time in snagging a bun and shoving a good portion of it into his mouth without hesitation. He looked then at the others gathering, and took an immediate step around Amalia when he spotted Jiao, putting the baker decidedly between them. He used the rest of his bun to gesture at the man with bits of glitter on his face and spoke around his mouthful of food, "That's a good look."