The guild hall is bustling with activity. Adventurers of every level are spread out across the area, with some gathered in clusters chatting about quests, while others are bragging about their recent victories. When the doors open, the room falls silent. All eyes turn to us, and I can see the curiosity in their gazes.
"Who are they?" I hear someone whisper.
"Must be high-ranked," another murmurs, eyes wide with admiration.
Ayame and I stride confidently towards the guild's mission board, our armor clinking softly with each step. The intricate designs on Ayame's suit catch the light, highlighting the golden patterns that speak of her disciplined training and the honor she carries into every battle.
"Look at those two," a seasoned-looking warrior says, nodding in our direction. "They must be at least Silver rank, if not higher."
"Probably Gold," his companion replies, clearly impressed.
