The black glow appeared as soon as she touched his hand, and disappeared. "Welcome to the Dark Moon Guild, Skylar." He stated with a smile. His gaze traveling around his office, he was relieved that there weren't that many people ready to bombard him, and he let out a breath and fell back into his chair. Marking spells always wore him out. No doubt about it. He took off his coat, allowing his long black tail to move freely now. His large black wings stretched out as much as they could, though his right wing hardly stretched at all before a grimace of pain appeared on his face and he folded his wings neatly at his back. The Tidal had moved to a table in the main hall to finish his paper work, thank god. Those who already received their mark had left his office. None of the guild members knew that he was a grounded daemon, thank god. The explanation of it would be too painful for him to bear. Although it happened so long ago, the emotional scars were still tender, surely able to tear open old wounds if prodded at. Shaking his head softly, he was glad that no one could see into his office from the main hall. He then remembered the cloaked figure who had been standing in the doorway a few minutes ago. He pushed out of his seat by the door and glanced up and down the hall. Sure enough, the cloaked woman was sitting there near his door. "Can I help you, Miss?" He asked, gesturing with a gentle hand for her to come into the office.