The guild hall is alive with activity, filled with the chatter and laughter of adventurers recounting their latest exploits. A few wooden tables and chairs scattered around, a large hearth crackling with a cozy fire. The scent of hearty stew and freshly baked bread wafts from the kitchen, mingling with the earthy smell of ale and sweat. A bard strums a lively tune in one corner, adding to the jovial atmosphere.

" Oi Corey, guess who p'down a gazarelle!! This guy!!" A bald man yells as he staggers about while trying to impress a girl.

" Pipe down you drunk oaf, don't listen to him Corey his stupid might be contagious. I was the who gave the finishing blow to the gazarelle." A young man with blonde hair and a large sword on his back cuts in.

" Oi!! Who're ya calling oaf? you stupid bimbo!!." The bald yells in anger, barely managing to stand straight.

" Call me bimbo one more time baldy. I'll be sending your pieces to Priscilla." The blonde haired man quips back raising his voice.

" Don't you bring my sister into this." The bald man's face flushes red from rage.

" And what're you gonna do about it, baldy?" The blonde haired man sports a knowing smirk as he watches the bald man blow his top.

" They're at it again huh. Hey Priscilla, this is what? The fourth time this week. Must be hard having to deal with those airheads." A dark skinned elf carrying three mugs of ale sits down right next to two ladies.

" You don't even know the half of it Anna." Priscilla sighs as she collects a mug and set it on her table.

" What's worse is Thorn is pretty handsome with his blue eyes and blonde hair and just as strong too. Then he opens his mouth and that image goes blergh." The last lady, a red head also receives her mug from Anna and starts drinking immediately.

" So did Rollo really kill a gazarelle?" Anna asks after taking a swig of her ale.

" Oh no, that was actually Silvari here. Filled the poor monster with arrows." Priscilla points at the red head right next to her.

" That poor monster, is paying for our drinks Priscilla." Silvari chuckles.

" They're trying really hard to get Corey's attention there. Drunk as they are, they're still trying to impress her. " Anna notes.

" Sigh. Adventurers and their drinking." Priscilla takes a big swig of her ale.

Dropping her mug, she notices Anna and Silvari staring at her with a deadpan look.

" What." She frowns.

" But we're adventurers though." Anna glances at the empty mug and then gives her a look that said ' look who's talking '.

Rollo's and Thorn's heated exchange catches the attention of nearby adventurers, who begin to gather around, sensing a fight brewing. The guild hall's atmosphere shifts from casual merriment to excited anticipation.

" For Hera's sake, you adventurers are always drinking and getting yourselves drunk. Ah adventurers are truly hopeless." Priscilla slurs as she tries to between her brother and Thorn.

'You're an adventurer though.'Anna and Silvari both face palm.

The door to the guild hall creaks open, drawing a few curious glances as a few new faces steps inside. Their appearance momentarily disrupts the familiar rhythm of the room.

"Look, fresh meat. Bet they don't last a week." A random veteran adventurer nudges his companion.

The new comers look to be a rather odd group, with three young girls and a rough looking young man. Each of them wearing expensive armors and clothing.

The young girl in the front has short dark hair and is wearing a black armor with red accents. The two girls behind her seem to be twins with the one on the right wearing a black dress with green accents and silver chest armor, she also has on a green ribbon bow on her long black hair with green highlights. The one on the left however is wearing a white dress with pink accents and silver chest armor, she has on a pink ribbon bow on her long white hair with pink highlights.

The man however has on blood red armor, with an equally eerie dark cloak.The lower half of his face was covered in a bloody skull.The armor might have been bone white…once.

His whole demeanor seems to scream...danger.

The pin drop silence is immediately broken as the short haired girl in the black armor takes a deep breath and smiles " we're here to become adventurers!" In a loud voice soaked in positivity.

" N..Not so loud." " T.. They're staring." The twins behind her stutter as their faces flush red from embarrassment.

The man behind them simply chuckles.

" I wouldn't expect any different. Glad to see you're alright....Maple ".