Heloise was weary from travel. She led her horse, a black stallion, through the streets of Sersia. She had been traveling for a few years now, and upon reaching Sersia, she had found a notice for the guild Iron Tree. Heloise had been thinking of joining a guild, and thought this one was perfect for her. 

So, she was heading there now, her pack on the back of her horse, the reins in her hands. Her bow and quiver were slung over her shoulder, and she had a range of daggers and knives on the belt of her pants. Finally, she approached the guild building, marveling at it. She tied her horse, who she had named Gallant, outside, giving him an apple to satisfy him. He would be fine, the horse could look after himself. 

She stepped inside the guild building, into what she assumed was the common area. She looked about, unsure what to do now. Was there a master? Someone who could help her join? 

"Hello?"