Shirley

The large guild building was filled with drunken laughter, clanging swords and the sweet aroma of roasting meat that wafted across the room. Shirley pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the building, the smell of old wood and dust filling her nostrils. The interior was dark, lit only by flickering torches placed at strategic intervals around the room. She scanned the area, her sharp eyes taking note of every detail; the worn stone floors beneath her feet. All eyes turned to her as she entered, the cheers and laughter turning to hushed murmurs and questioning looks. Shirley ignored the gossiping and made her way towards the reception, gripping a sack soaked with blood. "I want to claim the bounty on the bandit group." She said simply, dropping the sack heavily on the table. "Leader killed, all members eliminated. Here's proof." She pulled the sack open, revealing a few dozen heads stuffed inside. Despite the gruesome sight, Shirley stood with a blank expression on her face. "Now pay up." She ordered, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.