As a junior Member of Valiant Village Guild, the Seniors expected Tinuviel to be up bright and early for morning briefings, and he wasn’t about to shirk that simple expectation.  Even though he told himself every morning that he’d like to tidy up a little, any room keeping chores were to wait until after the days official guild jobs were done, and by then there wasn’t much time for anything.  The best he could do as he left his quarters was preen the dust from his fur.

The main hall was noisy with the murmurings of other members waiting for the days briefing to begin.  Tinuviel looked around the room.  He still hardly knew any of the other members.  They’d all established Teams or joined as Teams, so it seemed to him if as if they stuck to themselves more than anything, not that it terribly bothered him.  He didn’t join the Guild to improve his people skills, but they still had to work together while at the base.  It made the chores go faster when there was someone pleasant to chatter with.  Tinuviel fluttered over to one of the tables, and perched next to a Braxien, hoping that he wasn’t interrupting anything,

“Good morning, everyone,” he said, glancing around at the empty seats.  He never did have to worry about being the last one in.