Upon leaving their shelter for the night, Hannah stuck close to Muu. The girl seemed like she needed it. Plus, Hannah was absolutely planning on using Muu as a distraction if anyone tried to talk to her. Fortunately, since the walk was so hard it seemed like the only one capable of talking without giving off awful wheezing was Muu.

Finding herself, once again, in the recruiting office, Hannah kept up her stoic image and let Muu and Matteo do all the talking. And paying, it seemed. Thankfully with her height Hannah had no problem reading over Matteo’s shoulder and skimming through the guild directory. 

Even though she did not know a lot about herself, Hannah knew that anything too physical was just not up her alley. Judging by how winded she got just going up and down some stairs, the active guilds were pretty much off the table. Magic, though, now that was something that appealed to her deep down. It was hard to explain, but there was something about using magic that felt right. Considering that nothing felt particularly right since she arrived in this place, Hannah was inclined to follow that instinct. But what kind of magic? She didn’t really know what a mage would do. Or what a priest would do. Her heart said mage, because, well, who doesn’t want to play around with magic? Priest, though, caused Hannah to look around at the ragtag group she was apparently stuck with and having someone there to keep them alive to keep her alive was also rather appealing. 

As they left the office Hannah cleared her throat and shot a glance at Muu (to make sure that if need be, Hannah could direct conversation at her) before speaking, [b]“what does it say about magic? Or the Order of the Silver Light?”[/b] It wasn’t that Hannah really wanted to join the Silver Light, but she had already met them, so if everything worked out, that was less people for her to meet overall, which was an important thing to consider.