The room’s alive in the Great Might guildhouse. Drinking games, chants, flirting, whatever you can imagine was all around the tavern as adventurers rest from a hard days’s work. A foyer separates the bustling bar from the rest, huntsmen of all walks crowding around the board to read the posted quests. A familiar orange glow radiates off of candles strewn about the rooms, a miracle they’d never sparked a fire given the daily trouble in Great Might.
Selene (S*) sauntered down the steps, her dress pristine as usual “This hall reeks of sin!” Her exclamation echoed down the steps, showcasing her fury in full force. “Della, have I not yet lodged a formal complaint? The misappropriation of funds on…“ Selene spat out her next words as if they were gravely profane. “Alcoholic beverages is absurd!”
Della’s hand froze and the quill in her fingers began blotting a small pool of ink onto the scattered parchment scrolls before her. “A formal complaint? No. ‘A’ implies singular.” Her voice, raised ever so slightly, was all anyone needed to hear to sense the volcanic fury she was holding back. She slammed open a drawer and retrieved Selene’s file, comically thicker than the rest. “When you’ve spend less on paper than I on alcohol, get back to me.” Della dumped its contents to the floor, several dozen complaint scrolls unfurling into a pile.
A few people at a nearby table laugh at the interaction as Selene went red. The familiar click of armored boots suddenly turned heads as Beatrice strode into the room. Looks like everyone may be spared from Selene’s wrath for now.
“Greetings, brethren. I am pleased to announce my return from the prolonged quest to the Skull Mountains.” Beatrice (S-plus) sheathed her sword dramatically as she paused. An S+ quest was a massive deal for any guild, especially one to do with a dragon closing in on an elven settlement.
Eleanor (B-minus) butted in from Behind Beatrice, stars in her eyes as she shouted out. “We won! We did it, we did it, we did it! Big mommy Bea and I sliced through it’s neck gore and all!” Eleanor clung to Beatrice’s arm, excitedly jumping up and down. She had all but forced Beatrice to allow her to partake in the mission for experience some 2 months ago. “No normal B- could handle it, but this is Eleanor Knaupe! Aren’t I the most underrated huntress in Kisua?” She gestured out to everyone as if expecting roaring applause and agreement. Some things just never quite change in Great Might.
