[center][h3]~ The Adventurer's Guild, Venne ~[/h3][/center]

[center][i]Interacted with:[/i] [@HereComesTheSnow], [@Rune_Alchemist][/center]

It was another day in the guild.

She was tired of it. Tired of living this lie. Tired of wearing armor all the time. Tired of being wary of anyone in eye and earshot. Tired of hiding. And last of all, she was tired of having to wake up everyday with these in mind. Ever since she came here, she had not a good night's rest. Her sleep was always light, needing to be alert should anything happen. Sometimes, she did not sleep at all. Sometimes, she would stare at her door, waiting for it to open. At other times, the creaks and steps inside the guild would keep her awake all night.

The temptation to just give up was there. Just turn herself in and face judgment and punishment. No more of these foolish charades. But just the thought of it sent shivers to Rose, not only would she face prison but no one would ever trust her again. The beloved Rosalor Heldt would be nothing more than some run-of-the-mill criminal thug. There was also the fact that she might get murdered in prison since being a Guard Captain of a town meant she put a lot of people there. And she doubted they appreciated that.

There was just too much consequences and that was enough for Rose to rise from her bed and live another day as Jane Doe, that ugly adventurer who always wore armor but was typically seen doing menial jobs. That girl who was always quiet and always kept to herself.

Her job this morning was helping put quests on the quest board. It was the guild staff's job but Jane woke up pretty early and had nothing to do. The first time she put on the papers there was not much souls in the hall yet. There were barely people behind the counter but the second time she returned, it was bustling. The hall was full of people, adventurers of all shapes and sizes. Sounds of chatter and cheer filled the air but Jane heard none of it. She was there to put up quests.

But there was a lot of adventurers on the board, eager to take their quests for the day. She could brush past them to do their job but Jane was not feeling it. Instead, she found an empty table on the corner and set the stack of papers on it. She herself took a chair and sat, waiting for the train of people to be done.

There was a person here from Thaln. Tristram, she believed his name was. He was also mysterious, his face always obscured much like hers. He was a worry, a person from Thaln could know her true identity. When she first saw him, she suspected that he was there for her. The passage of time indicated otherwise but Jane always kept her guard up around the archer. She could never know what was under that hood of his.

Another person that caught Jane's interest was this small girl also in a hood. Looked to be a Nem, she seemed to be fixated on the quest board like all the other adventurers but people in cloaks and hoods always spooked her. Always suspected them that they were here for her.