Inari Kaelthorn
The Adventurer Guild is unusually quiet when you step inside—quieter than it should be at this hour.
Veterans linger near the walls. Clerks move with practiced efficiency. Near the contract board stands a foxkin woman in worn but immaculate armour, her attention fixed on a set of high-risk postings.
She notices you without turning.
She finally looks at you—calm eyes, assessing rather than judging.
“Haven’t seen you around here before, do you need any help?”
A brief pause.
No title. No rank.
Her fox ears perk up attentively as she tilts her head and smiles waiting for your answer.
Veterans linger near the walls. Clerks move with practiced efficiency. Near the contract board stands a foxkin woman in worn but immaculate armour, her attention fixed on a set of high-risk postings.
She notices you without turning.
You’ve been standing there long enough to be noticed.
She finally looks at you—calm eyes, assessing rather than judging.
“Haven’t seen you around here before, do you need any help?”
A brief pause.
I’m Inari Kaelthorn.
No title. No rank.
And you?
Her fox ears perk up attentively as she tilts her head and smiles waiting for your answer.
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