[b]Hushabye[/b] ~[@ShwiggityShwah], [@13org] (HUS)~ As they were talking, the white creature surprised Haley by suddenly dashing off to somewhere. "[color=royalblue]Wha-? Where's she going?[/color]" The creature then came back with two flowers, a Rose and a Violet. It clicked on Haley that the flowers were brought because Ozzy had mentioned them earlier. The Siren chuckled at the realization before seeing the creature point the Violet at her. She quickly realized that the flower's color matched that of her feathers'. "[color=royalblue]Pretty similar, aren't they? Not exactly the same but close.[/color]" Haley approached and extended a wing to compare her purple feathers to the flower. "[color=royalblue]Say, do you like that name? Violet? I mean, there's nothing on you indicating anything violet but no one's stopping you. You could be Rose too and that name has grounds 'cause your eyes are red like a rose.[/color]" "[color=royalblue]Aaaand, I just realized you probably don't understand me.[/color]" [hr] ~[@Stern Algorithm]~ [quote=Vivian Altissima][color=f49ac2]"Where exactly are you from?"[/color][/quote] Neil bit his lip and looked downwards before answering. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He raised his head to look at the Liliraune. "Just know that I come from... somewhere very, very far away. I guess." The answer was vague, and suspicious, and Neil knew that. "Well, let's put it this way. If you think I come from somewhere you know, I'm pretty sure I don't come from there. I-Is that better?" "You guys are pretty knowledgeable, right? At least well-read?" Neil suddenly asked. "Have you guys encountered any uhh, stuff about uhh, otherworldly realms? You know, different dimensions and all that?" [hr] ~[@Restalaan] (YNG)~ [quote=Yang Bethlehem]"Oh, by the way? I didn't catch your name?"[/quote] "[color=purple]My name is Riñas Chavez. I must say, you are much more polite than your other guildmates.[/color]" The Dark Priest remarked. "[color=purple]Although, he may not be... open to your ideas.[/color]" ------ Asking around for a 'Nero', you were pointed to a dairy farm in the outskirts of the port town. Despite the port town being filled with monsters, the farm that greeted you was not occupied by Holstaurs but by normal cows. The moos of the bovines were absent, they were busy feasting on the hay laid out for them by their farmer: A man with short-blonde hair, eyes of clear blue and had a muscular body. One that fits a warrior. Laying down the last of the hay, he noticed you and approached. "[color=navajowhite]Well, hello there. You look like you're from somewhere far away. What brings you here?[/color]" [hr] ~[@BKBurke]~ [quote=John Clarke][color=turquoise]Do you not trust the people you hired? It wouldn't be good to hire people you dont trust to build the front door to your home.[/color][/quote] Bart got close to you before whispering. "[color=f26522]How can I do that when I can't even trust my own guild members.[/color]" He told you before backing away. [quote=John Clarke]I have no issue giving them a hand. Construction was my profession for a time. I dont have much to do but I do have a favor to ask. You see, I haven't actually spent time with other guild members aside from Talia. If you have a quest on the board that fits my expertise then let me know please. I'm jot shy for a fight either so if that's all that is available then I don't mind taking it.[/quote] "[color=f26522]I'd let you go but again, I'd like a pair of eyes over this.[/color]" Bart gestured to the construction. "[color=f26522]Besides, most of the quests today has already been taken by the others. I think it's better for you to just wait for the next batch tomorrow.[/color]" He was then asked aside by Talia the Cyclops but you were on your way to the construction crew then. ------ The crew was friendly to you as you and they worked on the guild entrance. The Dwarven design of it was difficult to replicate but you and the crew did your best. The new entrance did not match the overall design at all, at least up close. At a distance, it would be hard to tell. The work took all day and it ended by dusk. The construction crew invited you to their break before they set off. "[color=fff79a]You're good with a hammer and nails, Clarke. I almost forgot you weren't part of us.[/color]" A grizzled, muscular fair-skinned man congratulated you. You knew him as Lazarus, or Larry for short. "[color=aba000]Here's to Clarke, for taking part in our last job in the sane world.[/color]" The man's words were ominous as he raised a cup of alcohol. You knew him as Sal, just Sal. He was younger and less muscular but still well-built. His skin was pretty pale but it was nothing unusual. "[color=fff79a]Come on, it can't be all bad. Certainly not as bad as we have it right now.[/color]" Larry retorted. "[color=aba000]I know that. But still, Varjo's Varjo.[/color]" Sal replied, and revealed some information. Larry sighed and turned to you. "[color=fff79a]What do you think, Clarke? We're down in the dumps and can't find work anywhere. This one's probably gonna be our last. Me and others were thinking about heading south, towards the lands of Varjo and find us something, anything there.[/color]" He explained. "[color=fff79a]Do you think that is wise? I mean, we know Varjo's a dangerous place but it's also a land of freedom. Anything could happen there.[/color]"