It didn't take long once she had passed the hilltop to make the trek over to Palisade Town's western gate. The young lady in waved in a friendly manner as she passed by some bored-looking watchmen, who gave a half-hearted hand-wave in return, before yawning and turning his eyes back to staring out over the horizon. Understandable as it was, keeping a watchful eye on the morning traffic was perhaps not very exciting, but the youthful woman couldn't help but feel that the man wasn't taking his job very seriously.

Still, once she had passed through the wooden gatehouse and made it into the town-proper, a few things struck her immediately. For one, this was clearly a settlement in-development, with the roads being a mix of trampled dirt near the outer edges and cobblestones the further in you walked. The houses were also often unpainted or made from rough materials, making it clear that this place either lacked skilled carpenters or masons, or there were a lot of newcomers. Finally, the most important thing to note was - when compared to where she hailed from - the population of this small, out-of-the-way town was quite low. Naturally, the girl didn't find any of this off-putting or troublesome, rather she found the entire thing quite rustic and cozy, in a sense. A crowded city could be overwhelming and obnoxious, to to mention noisy and cramped. This place felt more spacious and clear, despite being smaller in size. IT was a welcome change.

As she travlled down the road of the main street, her leather boots genty thudded against the stone below. A few [i]gentlemen[/i] that she passed by had stopped to look at the new arrival, casting looks of less than savory intent after the young woman. It wasn't too strange though, considering the rather air-y and breezy nature of her defenses in both the upper chest and rear-end departments. Still, the girl was too busy to notice these uncouth onlookers, as her eyes had fixated on a certain sign some distance away.

Standing now before a large building, the girl smiled broadly. The sign told her that this was indeed the town's guildhall. Finally, after days of prolonged marching, she had finally arrived. Good thing too, her little belt-bag was out of supplies and there wasn't much in the way of coins left. Hopefully, there would be some work right away that she could undertake, so as to avoid having to camp putside of the walls, since an inn-room was probably not within her budget at the moment. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the heavy and sturdy door open, entering into the structure.

There were a surprising amount of people, especially for how early in the day it was. Still, the majority seemed to be busy with their own devices. There were two younger-looking people standing over by the bulletin board, one a girl holding a scrap of paper, the other a hooded person holding an apple. OVer by the tables on the other end of the room were a bunch of gruff, burly-looking men, busy with snarling and flexing and over-voicing each ohter - as was typical for adventurers. Letting out a slight, quiet laugh at the fact that things were very similar here to the guild back in her home, the youth entered the building proper and made her way over to the reception desk. A woman wearing the typical guild-employee outfit was standing there, greeting er with a smile and friendly words.

After a bit of polite small-talk and questions, the new adventuress was given a form to fill out. She penned down the information right then and there, scribbling with strangely deft hands, despite wearing her self-reinforced gloves.

However, as she was doing that...

A certain man with a scar running from his left brow down to his left cheek had been keeping watch on the new arrivals. In particular, he had been eyeing the foreign girl and the hooded one since they walked in. Now that they had struck up a conversation, and the scarred fellow had listened in while acting as if he wasn't eavesdropping, finally saw an opportunity. Rising from his seat, he took to making a confident stride over to the pair, a crooked grin on his lips. He wore what looked to be scalemail, a thick mace hung on his hip and he wore steel-tipped boots. The tag hanging from his belt indicated him to be of the Steel-rank. Stopping once close enough to the bulletin board-pair, he spoke with a cocky tone, befitting his smug-looking expression.

"Hey there, cuties. You new here, yeah? Not from around these parts either. Just gettin' started with the whole adventuring-deal, right? Dangerous work for a pair of little girls, but don't you worry. I've got room in my party for both of you, no problem." His grin was somewhat wolfish in nature and his eyes were narrowed, like that of a predator sizing up its prey. "Trust me, two gals like you need all the help you can get at the start! This life's dangerous when you're inexperienced, so just come with me. I'll teach you [i]everything[/i] you need to know." The emphasis on one word in particular seemed to indicate he had ulterior motives...