[center][color=mediumpurple][h1]M α ʅ ʅ σ ɾ ყ[/h1][/color][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]
Amongst the crowd of rowdy rookie adventurers, Mallory Mortimer was one of the few who stuck out like a terribly sore thumb. Cloud of hair brushed to perfection, fox coat swaying by her hips, a dash of purple colouring on her lips, the woman looked as if she was fully prepared to get mugged on her way to an afternoon tea party in the city. Some had even approached her at the guild entrance asking if she had somehow stumbled into the wrong building, to which she persistently assured them that she hadn't. Her graceful stride towards the counter was very unlike the types of people who surrounded her, and the soft, somewhat delicate sound of her voice did little to suggest her soon-to-be adventurer ranking.

The guildmaster's harsh tone was enough to remind Mallory that there was no time to waste dawdling around cluelessly: not that she ever liked to anyway. From behind her, a mighty call for companions struck her ears, as well as her immediate interest. As she swivelled around, Mallory noted the charismatic presence the blonde warrior gave off; it was unlike what she had seen in the faces of most of the other rookie adventurers, and Mallory found herself drawn to this woman's hearty confidence. Though she had already announced the presence of a mage companion, Mallory knew that she was the type of person she would find useful to stick with on her travels. She silently approached the forming group, leaning her head out from behind the young blonde lady in front of her.

[b]"[color=mediumpurple]Though it appears you already have a mage amongst yourselves, would you care to have another one assisting you? Your courageous spirit is unlike anything I've seen from the other newcomers here![/color]”[/b] Mallory interrupted, leaning her head out from behind the young blonde lady in front of her. Though her smile seemed friendly enough, her face was likely a little too close for a person's comfort, close enough for a hint of that peculiar lavender perfume of hers to waft up their unassuming noses. 

[b]"[color=mediumpurple]I don't believe there's any harm in having a little more [i]fire power[/i] in your arsenal,[/color]”[/b] she said, clutching at her mage staff. [b]"[color=mediumpurple]Plus,[/color]”[/b] Mallory added, noting the few sneers coming from other guild members, [b]"[color=mediumpurple]perhaps we could show our peers a thing or two, don't you think?[/color]”[/b]

Mallory eyed the three that had gathered with piercing curiosity, letting out a soft giggle. [b]"[color=mediumpurple]Ah, right, yes, do pardon my intrusion! My name is Mallory, if you wouldn't mind having another mage accompanying you on your journeys.[/color]”[/b]