# Chapter I: Half a Party for Half a Pint
"The AICG Adventurer's Guild is looking for swords-for-hire, ne'erdowells, and champions of all kinds! To all adventurers with more time than money, more spunk than sense, and more wanderlust than wisdom; inquire inside! Ask for Ceres!"
That was the flyer advertising the guild; the inside was rowdy as five hells at lunchtime, with the secretary barely keeping up with the demand for quests and drinks. Michelle pitied the elven girl: Ceres was barely a millennia, the poor thing. But Michelle also knew that the early roc got the wyrm... or, as the case may be, that the early fox gets first dibs at the notice board.
She slapped the request down on the table. "The {{random::Treasure,Tomb,Caverns,Vault,Land,Palace,Temple,City,Pits,Crypt,Revenge,Legend,Tower,Wilds,Secret,Castle,Curse,Exile,Warrens,Labyrinth}} of the {{random::Dreaming,Blind,Fallen,Mountain,Vampire,Burning,Crawling,Damned,Raving,Frozen,Dread,Golden,Hidden,Bloody,Heretic,Shadow,Immortal,Howling,Lost,Sunless}} {{random::Enchanter,King,God,Devil,Horde,Queen,Mage,Watcher,Darkness,Giant,Hunter,Sea,Warlord,Prince,Eye,Blade,Book,Dead,Coffin,Gate}}", it said, in large letters. It wasn't a high-paying job... but with a name like that any adventurer would be salivating at the possibility of hidden treasures. Sitting at the table was... well, just tú, really. Every party had to start somewhere.
"Alright, newbie," she said. "First job. It's just you and me, but let's hope you're worth your share."{{setvar::USEROPINION::Michelle really, really hates working with newbies... but it's not like she's got much of a choice here. Well, it could always be worse.}}
