[center][hr][hr][b]Elian Zefra[/b] [color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] // City of Thorinn: Guild of Acquisitions, Lefig Lawn [b]TIME[/b] // early afternoon, morning[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr] [indent]Elian Zefra waved the messenger feyling off. The small furry creatures were terribly convenient for sending messages. Summoned with a simple spell, they could be sent to just about anyone, and were able to pass on whatever message was dictated to them. Of course they didn’t like battlezones, but once received they could be recalled at a better time. The dismissed feyling arrowed up into the sky, fading from merely translucent to entirely invisible as it sped off. It was the last she needed to send, letting a few different friends she’d messaged earlier know that she’d arrived. She was glad to step down from the rune-covered Gate platform and head into the town proper. This was the starting place, if she wanted to go on a raid to the new dungeon that had popped up nearby. It was unusually close to the town, and that meant the monsters emerging from it would be a real hazard to them. Elian’d heard little else from the NPCs since it’d happened, and it sounded like it’d be good to take on. Besides, Thorinn wasn’t too much of a trip from where she’d been already, when the general announcement went out. And she’d finally felt like another large group run after the total mess of the last raid she’d been in. That one had been an absolute disaster, and had put her off dungeon raids for quite some time. Honestly, @#$%ing n00bs! It wouldn’t have been so bad, but the guy with the fancy weapons he didn’t know how to use had thought his shiny gear meant he knew everything. It didn’t, but he got angry when people didn’t want to follow stupid directions, and she hadn’t been the only one hollering invective by the end of /that/ run. She was just glad they’d had a few different healers, because otherwise it’d’ve been a TPK. Lefig Lawn was busy and full of noise as she passed by, as always. It didn’t really have an official designation, but the open grass near the Guild of Acquisitions, on the other side from the town square, was the place most people looking for a group gravitated to. The name had actually come from the standard acronym: LFG, or Lefig. Each town had something similar by their branch of the Guild. Some enterprising fellow a while back had installed tall poles topped with flags in one such location for various local runs, as well as a couple generic ones. The other places had quickly followed suit, providing some semblance of order to what had previously been total chaos. Invariably there were as many clueless idiots as competent players, but Elian hoped to weed out the worst of them by coordinating her own raid. She flicked a quick gesture to activated her channel earring, and she found it was still of local chatter about the dungeon. A sign to flip over to Tyhrien’s channel brought similar soft voices to her ear. To be expected from the fraternity traditionally characterized as knights errant and the like. Speaking of, Elian hoped Hawkwood and Thael showed. The sign to check incoming feylings yielded nothing new, and she flicked the amulet's connection off as she stepped into the Guild of Acquisitions. The place was a wide and rather squat building made of light brick with dark wood accents, and the large double doors looked deceptively heavy. Inside, the main lobby had a high ceiling to compensate, letting it keep a sense of space. It didn’t take long for one of the NPCs to wave her over. She was pleased to see it was someone she knew. She’d yet to encounter two that looked the same -- an amazing attention to detail for such a sprawling game. “Hey, Lisette, how’s it going?” Elian greeted the blonde lady with a grin. “Well enough, thank you -- aside from the new dungeon. So why did you come by?” “Why d’you think? I’ve been hearing nothing but stuff about the new place for...how long’s it been now?” “Just a day or two,” Lisette supplied immediately. “It’s dangerous, you know. So many monsters coming out of there! Even the best scouts haven’t been able to get in, so information’s spotty at best.” “Alright, then just let me take a look at what you have, please? Any raids forming yet?” “You got it,” the guilder replied, turning to go through a drawer, brisk and businesslike as always. “And a couple, but nothing cohesive, as usual. I would have thought you outsiders a bit more proactive, given how eager you all normally are, but nobody seems to be taking this threat seriously.” “Well, I know a few people who might help change that. And nothing draws a crowd like a healer.” Elian smiled absently as she looked over the notes, which were indeed lacking a lot of information. “I’ll need a couple hours to let people show up, but we should be able to head out by tomorrow. Don’t worry, we got this. Here, gimme a sheet and I’ll give you something to put up.” Shortly thereafter, Elian headed back out to grab some supplies, and then found herself a nice open spot. She practiced her dancing daily, barring all but the very worst of circumstances, and this day would be no different. She did her usual series of warmups, and then she set out a dish for tips and went into a proper routine. Since joining, she’d started focusing IRL on ones that used fans, because she might as well make use of them. She'd have the rest of the day to chill, but there was no reason not to make a little money first. --- After spending the night at a nearby inn, she returned to Lefig the following morning, noting a new flagpole had been put up in the interim. That was where she headed, listening with half an ear to local communication. She’d made sure to arrive early, and she was the first there, but she didn’t expect that to last long. She’d not specified that she was a healer, but her name and appearance were not exactly obscure enough that nobody would know. Elian hoped a few of the other healers she’d sent messages to showed. Even the ones that did healing on the side would be a huge help for a raid like this. Beyond that, she was keeping an eye out for a few folks in particular, and then whoever looked like they would be able to hold their own. The dungeon was waiting. [/indent]