Floor 50 

The faint clicking sounds from kitty-heels was heard when a slight figure dashed towards the war meeting for the fiftieth floor. She was late. Faeron had made the mistake to go out for a last-minute training session, only to lose track of the time. "Excuse me!" she whispered as she slid her way to the front lines. Of course, the two leaders were arguing over some petty topic and the others looked absolutely uninterested. She stood next to Raven, setting her spear down as she glanced around the room. 

Her affable nature made it easy for her to bond with other people. Yet, over the past few months, Faeron started to notice familiar faces disappear, which only drove her to train even harder. At times, she would wonder where the "key" player was, and if they were willing to sacrifice their life for the greater good. It would be easier that way - to not go through another 50 floors of death. However, she kept that opinion to herself, refusing to let her friends think wrongly of her. 

Faeron was significantly stronger and prided herself to be an expert sear wielder, but she chose to stay humble about it. There was certainly enough people that could kick her butt, like Cash, Raven, or Ryan...Her equipment was the same silver light plate and she still wore the same lavender cloak. Her spear was now longer and heavier from her first one, a dark grey color with a larger blade on the top and a smaller matching one on the bottom. 

As the events unfolded in front of her, a flash of relief crossed Faeron's face. The tension had seemed to wane off, especially when Ryan had started to... warm up to Bachus? She looked up at the rafters, flashing Cash a huge grin and a silent "thank you" before turning her attention to the matters at hand. She then proceeded to go to the guild leaders (who were now centimeters away from ripping each others throats out) and politely asked them if they had plan. However, Faeron was...ignored, similar to the previous meetings. She stepped back before looking back at Ryan, throwing up her hands in annoyance. 

"Somebody knock some sense into 'em," she exasperatedly asked before walking back to stand next to Raven.