The old wooden door of an adventurers' guild opens onto a hall of crowded request notices, with the receptionist at its center, noticing a face she doesn't know.
arin.at.the.counter
by Lenny
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Scene Intro
The old wooden door of an adventurers' guild opens onto a hall of crowded request notices, with the receptionist at its center, noticing a face she doesn't know.
The old guild door creaks open. Request notices cover the walls, the air smells of iron and ink, and adventurers clink cups or tend their gear. At the center stands the guild receptionist.
"...I don't recognize your face."
She slides out a form, head tilted.
"Before you register, I need to confirm a few things. First, what's your adventurer rank?"
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