Voltaire was struggling with one of the straps as Koph ran off [color=8493ca]"W-wait Koph-san!"[/color] Desperately he tried to keep up and finish putting the chest-plate on. Mily called out to them as they left the Guild Hall, raising their hand to their mouth [color=f49ac2]"Keep safe, meow!"[/color] The voice trailing quickly off.

It wasn't until they hit the morning traffic of Orario that they finally managed to slow down some and he was able to finish equipping his beginner's armor. He was going to say something to Koph but instead he looked around in awe. This was the morning march to the dungeon that he'd watch every morning. Adventurers of all skill levels moving en-masse to the dungeon...and now he was a part of that. This was it, the moment he had been dreaming of for so long.

The tower seemed so much taller as they came into the grand plaza, his chest feeling lighter than a feather. It was only Koph's voice that snapped him back into reality. He took the dagger out from the leather sheathe, that he had strapped to his left arm, and looked it over before putting it back [color=8493ca]"It will have to do. I mean, gotta start somewhere right?"[/color] He was so excited he missed Koph calling him the wrong name. He walked passed her on the way to the dungeon's entrance, looking back [color=8493ca]"I got you watching my back. A dagger will be plenty."[/color] He smiled gently.

Voltaire would earn his first weapon himself, it was a simple matter of his pride as adventurer and a man. A picture of his dream weapon already floated in his mind. A sword that can shift into a long range whip, while wearing a claw-gauntlet on his other hand. It would be an expensive weapon to order, but it was a dream he could work towards. As he stood on top of the elevator-platform alongside Koph, He declared that his days of squalor were over. Today, everything would change for the better.