[center][h1][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1432530][color=a2d39c]Marcus [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392744031378997248/394235344515760137/A-Marcus.png[/img] Lakeltia[/color][/url][/h1][/center][hr]Marcus nodded at the gnome's words. Uncouth language as they might be, they were perhaps the best way to put this feeling into words. It was nothing short of dreadful, standing against these elements. And that was coming from a man clad in plate and accompanying underarmour. What did she have? A scale mail would provide some protection, but it was far from as complete as his. And with the size of her body, she might well be one of the first to succumb if they did not seek warmth. Oh, here he was, getting worried because she was smaller than him. Again. He should really try to get over that. Scrapmouse was just as capable a champion as the rest of them.

Marcus stretched for a bit, trying to keep the heat in his body flowing. Again, they would need to do something about how vulnerable they were to the weather alone. But before that, there were still a few words to address. The main point being Ada asking for her title to be forgotten. "From this moment onward, Ada Mavros, you are nothing more than a member of our group. None of us will bow to any authority you may have once possessed. You have become an equal to us, as you wished", Marcus stated to the formed duchess' request, before raising a finger to his ear once again. "They seem to have found the hall", he informed those in his company before pressing a bit harder on the earpiece. "Directions, if you would."

Ask and you shall receive, and all that. Soon they were on their way to the new destination, and the Paladin had time to give his own two copper pieces on the matter of the guild people listening to another member: "There is the chance, but we can never be too sure. More often than not, the appearance of a Hammer of Grimjaws it met with joy and celebration. These people had time and patience for neither. Expect the unexpected." He remained cautiously optimistic though. The chances were always there.

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[center][h1]Guild Hall[/h1][/center]
Meanwhile, at the doors of the guild hall, the Goliaths would very much echo the sentiments of the man that had appeared from between the two buildings. "This indeed is no business you would have a part in. They failed their task and that is it. No amount of words will change that", the other Goliath would say and shoo James and the elder away. "Now go, enter the hall if you must. We have more pressing matters to attend to." All in all, they remained just as unimpressed as they had appeared to be at first.

The two would have a bit of time in the hall before the rest would arrive. It could have been bigger, but for a village of this size, there was already a surprising amount of space. A few humans walked around in official guild uniforms keeping order in the hall, where there had either been a fight or a loud celebration probably no longer than an hour ago. Many tables apparently needed scrubbing, and the keeper of the small bar in the corner seemed to be tallying up something. The counter from which one usually requested tasks from seemed to be open as per usual, other than for the fact that another of the cloaked figures was frantically trying to explain something to the Goliath behind the counter. The receiving end of the explanation looked only like they had heard enough to last six lifetimes.

The arrival of the two new figures had the Goliath stand up straight and speak up once again. "The facts do not change. You were tasked to bring the beast down. We cannot take your word for 'it fell into a ravine and perished'. We require proof, and you know it. Now go, finish the task up or there is nothing more we need to discuss!" The goblin looked somewhat dejected and hopped off the stool it had been using to make it up to the counter, before shuffling past the two fresh arrivals. The Goliath greeted them with a nod. "Now you, you look... new. Not least thanks to your lack of attire. What brings you to Vael Turog?"

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Marcus, Ada and Scrapmouse are likely still on the way, unless the two particularly enjoyed the local climate. In my book, it seems most accurate for the three to join in once a few words have been exchanged between the local guildmaster, James and Kethan. But that's just me. Arrive at a moment you deem fit.
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