The figure that had just stepped into the guild was a familiar sight for it's members, but to those who had never met her before, she could be rather intense. She was a nearly six foot tall, distinctly Half-Elf woman with a fierce, crimson gaze and scarred face. Her long, bright red hair was tied back in a relatively neat pony tail. Her dress was simple and she wore very little in the way of armor, but it was easy to tell that this woman was a warrior. Every ounce of her was made up of pure, well defined, muscle. The greatsword, which was nearly as tall as she was, strapped to her back said that the muscle wasn't just for show.

Yuella Whitewing, known only as Yuel, had been a member of the Iron Rose for eight years. Despite her intense appearance, she was known to a good friend and loyal ally. If you could get past her oddities. If not for her lack of intellect, or the fact that she tended to scare away new recruits, she may have been a B-rank by now. But instead had been stuck as a C-rank for nearly six years. It didn't seem to the bother the crimson haired woman though, very little did.

"Hey, Sexy! Which one do you need me for?" Yuel's loud voice carried through the guild, up to where Maya and the B-ranks were gathered. The warrior had walked in just in time to hear about the three, urgent missions.

Sexy was a nickname she had given to Maya one night a couple years ago when she had been extremely drunk. Despite not remembering most of the night, Yuel remembered that particular fact and it just sort of stuck. It was an especially odd choice of name, considering Yuel did not swing that way. The crimson haired warrior moved up to where they were standing. "You know I'm not picky, send me wherever I need to go. Me and Fluffy will get the job done."