Olive's head was fuzzy. Strange scents filled her nose, and even stranger folks were around her. As hard as she tried, she couldn't seem to remember where she was or why. She looked to her left and saw someone in some kind of cat costume. A convention? No, she didn't remember going to one. To her right, someone was in a centaur-like costume. Or...was that a real horse with..?

A voice called out from the front of the room. [color=f49ac2]"Welcome!"[/color] Olive immediately snapped to attention, peering well over most of the others in the crowd. [color=f49ac2]"I am Willow, the head of the guild's operations. Come, come, there is much to discuss, especially with the odd expressions you're giving me."[/color] Olive chewed on her lower lip for a moment, then simply continued forward as instructed. That Willow lady seemed to know more than she did.

As she was led into the larger room, she spotted the beverage table, and carefully picked out a glass of something that didn't bubble and didn't smell funny. Her reflection stared back. She looked...different, somehow. Suddenly, memories came flooding back. Her eyes went wide, and she hurriedly set the glass back on the table, a bit of the liquid sloshing out of it. She snapped her attention back to Willow.