[center]Despite herself, Isyph laughed, taking a few more steps toward the entrance of the Guild Center. Dodger had the right of it, from where she stood, but that momentary oversight. [color=FFDAB9]"I suppose that's so,"[/color] she admitted, grinning warmly back at the man she felt was fast becoming a new friend, [color=FFDAB9]"I had never even thought to try to make a Guild of my own. It seems like a huge undertaking..."[/color] Though there were myriad doubts the Uquii girl held, she chose to run through that initial hurdle; instead of trying to make a succession of leaps, she would drive through the heart of whatever monstrous minutae presented its self. [color=FFDAB9]"I hope your feeling is right."[/color]

 Turning, she moved up the steps without ceremony; surprised at the lack of people in front of the Guild Center. Perhaps Vaald was not so busy as Isyph had assumed. They were easy steps, evenly spaced and otherwise unremarkable...save for errant cracks that caught the eye. More impressive, however, was the door they lead to. It did not stand so high as to inspire awe, nor was it decorated with lavish designs of monsters or heroes. It was, however, or at least appeared to be, made of gold. Isyph almost caught herself salivating at the thought of organizing its removal; disregarding a nagging suspicion that the gold was merely a plating, or altogether fake. Instead, she pushed the door aside and let her gait gain an air of pride as she entered. 

 [color=FFDAB9]"Hundreds,"[/color] she said on the other side of that particular threshold, [color=FFDAB9]"of people that will be looking at us to help them. That's not going to be easy, even if they end up helping us, or me, or you, or even each other in the end. So long as...so long as it [i]works[/i]."[/color] Isyph wondered if she were being presumptuous, but that didn't show or give her any pause. What did show, in the stead of wandering thoughts, was disappointment; an eyebrow raised and her lips set about becoming an almost-pout. The Guild Center was mostly empty, a few people lingering about on benches littered around their atrium. Ahead of her were various counters, situated in carved niches, some shuttered and others with semblances of lines in front of them. Signs hung above each, indicating their purpose.


 She took it in for a moment, trying to let her misplaced disappointment morph into optimism. Of course, it was a simple task once Isyph realized that she was being irrational. Slowly, she touched her cheek; wondering if the warmth there was some new frustration...or hope. Vaald, it seemed, was a place that was wont to contend with her opinion of it at every turn. Or she was nervous. Regardless, the line for registration was non-existent and the shutters were still open; revealing a blue-haired woman thumbing idly through a stack of papers. 

 [color=FFDAB9]"We're in luck, Dodger. All we need is a name and the fee,"[/color] Isyph didn't think she could afford a Guildhome, but cared little...despite her earlier lamentations about that night's lodgings, [color=FFDAB9]"though, I'm a bit...light of coin..."[/color] Even with the ill-gotten gains of her earlier adventures, the amount of gold in her satchel was relatively sparse; lingering somewhere close to seventy. 

 [color=87CEFA]"The fee for registration of a new Guild is currently one-hundred and ninety-nine gold discs,"[/color] came a few disinterested words from the blue-haired woman, who glanced at the Thieves for a moment, [color=87CEFA]"That's one third the usual cost, in case your curiosity is piqued. The Enlistment Drive is a low-point in the year for new Guild registration. As such, the Vaunted Council has deemed that this 'one-hundred and ninety-nine' disc price is sufficient for irregulars."[/color] She continued thumbing through her papers before holding them up to her nose, despite the glasses that rested there, covering her face for a moment. [color=87CEFA]"Before you get excited, however, I'm on break for the next five minutes."[/color][/center]