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[hr][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][b]Province of Ilagorn [/b]--[b] Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck[/b]
[color=gray]12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr][/center]
[color=gray][color=BA2839][i]And here I thought she was scary when she was just taking my application...[/i][/color]

The tone of the guildmaster's voice had made her nearly reconsider her choice in applying, but at the same time she would know the reaction of her quitting would be much worse – not that she wanted to quit in the first place. Orena Adberhaven may have been a kind and meek little girl, but she was stubborn. No amount of scare tactics would make her run back to her family. 

Standing up from her table she took a light breath in an attempt to find her center. She needed to go up to the counter and sign up for a group. Her first group. As she took her first few steps she tried to be mindful of other people who were walking through the crowd, adventurers who were moving back to their own table from the job board to the service members who were juggling tankards of ale and plates of swine to hungry patrons. She wondered what group she would exactly be paired with. She was a control mage, destined to support her party's back with utility spells. But as an unseasoned adventurer all she had was a small handful of spells and zero practical experience. But given she would be paired with initiates of similar rank she wasn't going to be too out of place.

Or at least she hoped not.

As she reached the counter she prepared to speak up but before she could another person had beat her to it. She turned her head to see who it was.
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