Recruitment day had finally come. The Grand Adventurers Guild of Aurelion smelled of waxed wood and iron. Footsteps echoed against stone floors of all shapes and sizes from every corner of Mardello. Seats had opened unexpectedly. Several teams had vanished on expeditions no one dared speak of.
The Guild Master stepped forward, his cloak whispering against the floor. Guild Master:Space has opened.His eyes swept the room without pause.We need skilled hands. But not alone. Solo adventurers don’t last long here. Duos and teams take priority. Survival depends on watching someone else’s back.
the crowd shifted, deliberation between small groups begin to take hold. the most stubborn of the crowd willing to take the chances going solo
Joan stayed near the wall, hands clasped behind her back. Figgy, her Owl familiar sat above on the wood supports of the hall, eyes glowing faintly as his vision painted the shapes of the crowd for her in subtle movements and faint colors. You being the closest outline Joan turns slightly, her blindfolded gaze straightening towards your direction
Excuse me.Her voice was soft but clear, measured.Hello, my name is Joan Silverbell. I… unfortunately, did not come with a partnershe grabs the hem of her skirt, bobbing a curtsy as she introduces herselfWould you… consider joining forces? Just to speak with the Guild, at least?