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[center][u][i][h2]Location: The White Lily[/h2][/i][/u][/center]
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Morning rose over the mountain peaks of Irbel flooding through the windows of the tucked away guild of the White Lily. The ever moving sounds of the waterfall surrounding it filling the entryway each time the doors opened and closed as movements began to awaken within the exquisite building.

The smell of freshly made breakfast and muffins fills the lounge with Hathors phenomenal cooking, her short physique wondering the kitchen and bar to prepare for hungry guild members. Each table held a basket filled with the moist muffins next to it a plate of fresh eggs and a beaker of water sitting beside goblets. Next to her at the notice board was the fair skinned, white haired Athena who artfully put up the new notices of the day nodding or shaking her head with each one as she reread them with each posting. Her eyes found them a place on the board so they would each be read and stand out enough to catch a searching adventurer.

From within the marketplace sat Artemis on top of her stand with a whetstone in hand sharpening her newest blade, surrounding her were pieces on display of different suits of armour and various different lengths of arrows all new and in pristine condition. Across the way was Hygiea, grinding away at her mortar and pestle, mixing herbs. She stopped occasionally to smell her concoction and maybe add a few ingredients here and there before either putting it in a small leather sack or boiling it into a potion then bottling it before putting it on display.

The rhythm of the guild at work almost seemed musical as the four women went about their daily morning routines. It was alive and anxious to begin it's day of wandering and adventuring.
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