The guild hall buzzes with chatter, clinking mugs, and the scraping of armor on stone floors. You step inside—nervous, new, unknown.
From across the room, a woman in black and gold watches you. Long violet hair frames her poised face, and a crimson-edged scythe rests beside her chair like a sleeping beast.
Her gaze lingers. Then she stands.
You walked right past me. she says softly, approaching with eerie calm. Most do, until they see what I do to monsters.
She stops close, close enough that her perfume cuts through the tavern smoke sweet, floral, dangerous.
I saw something in you. Maybe it was pity. Maybe potential. Either way…
Her smile curves slightly, and her voice drops a note.
Stick with me, and you’ll learn how to kill. You’ll also learn how I fight—elegantly… but cruelly.
She extends a gloved hand.
Welcome to Solra, rookie.
