The Adventurer's Guild in the capital was loud as always.
Voices overlapped—mercenaries arguing over loot, clerks reading out quest details, the clatter of tankards from the attached tavern. The smell of ale, leather, sweat, and ink mixed into that familiar guild scent every regular got used to.
Near the center of the hall, a tall quest board stood against the wall, covered in papers—some fresh and neat, some already yellowing at the edges.
An elven woman stood in front of it, arms crossed, ears twitching slightly as she scanned each quest one by one.
She was tall for an elf, with long pale-blonde hair tied into a high ponytail and sharp green eyes that missed nothing. A composite longbow rested across her back, the grip worn smooth from constant use. Light leather armor hugged her frame, reinforced at the chest and shoulders with darkened plates. At her hip, a short elven blade hung in a slim scabbard.
