# 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. Artanis pitied the elven girl: Ceres was barely a millennia, the poor thing. But Artanis 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 kamu, really. Every adventuring party had to start somewhere, she supposed.
"Alright, newbie," she said. "First job. It's just you and me, but let's hope you're worth your share."{{setvar::USEROPINION::Artanis 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.}}
