[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210309/5689b6395b8279d1015505309adaa1f2.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=#A84B5E][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color] [hr] Rael took a heavy breath. “There’s work to be done.” Graves had said earlier close to the town square, though she had a feeling the work he insisted upon wasn’t to immediately crawl back to The Laughing Worg. He had mentioned before the incident happened that he fully intended on reaching out to Mystic Prophecy and checking up on them, asking if they needed anything of him. The red-haired girl wasn’t sure why he was so insistent on asking them if he could be their busybody, though it was what it was. The chapterhouse for the player-run guild was located in the western edges of the city, but not so far from the town square to make it essential to ask for a carriage. If she had to put it into numbers she would’ve assumed it was around a thirty-minute trek unless you got lost or stuck in the shuffle of a crowd or two. When the two of them arrived Rael crossed her arms as some kind of anxiety ticked in the back of her mind. Not that she blamed herself for Aaginim and Enos. She wasn’t a healer. They operated as fast as they could and if Rael hadn’t sorted through their items and pushed forward faster they would’ve lost someone in [i]her[/i] group. Still… it was awkward as they approached and Graves knocked on the chapterhouse’s doors. It took minutes but soon Graves found himself greeted by a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/00/07/73/000773873ed79f706ff6504679650f0b.jpg]face[/url] he didn’t recognize. Either a denizen or another guild member. [color=5F9FC5]“Can I help you?”[/color] She asked, her hair long and colored like snow. [color=dc143c]“Yeah. Is Pris ‘round?”[/color] [color=5F9FC5]“Yeah, come on in. I’ll take you to her.”[/color] Rael raised a brow. Mystic Prophecy was known as a chill player’s guild but she expected them to check with the other members before they let anyone in; especially after the split in its memberbase it had some months ago when two founding members left. A top guild needed to be more careful, especially now that they were living in a literal death game where the rules were different. What if someone who wanted to hurt Priscilica showed up? She kept the thought buried as it reminded Rael of the bridges she had burned. How many people had she pissed off enough where they wanted to put her in her place or die trying? She swallowed hard as she understood that reality was very much possible. [color=#A84B5E]“So… how’s everyone holding up?”[/color] It was a stupid question. She didn't even know why she asked. [color=5F9FC5]“I… Not so well. I wish I’d have gotten to Thorinn faster.”[/color] The girl sighed as she pulled on her wizard’s hat, [color=5F9FC5]“Priscilica is trying. Bless her heart.”[/color] [i]Gotten to Thorinn faster.[/i] The words were specific. Full of regret. Doubtful it was a denizen; another guild member who had been nearby that Aaginim hadn’t been willing to wait for? Rael couldn’t imagine. She tried to, but she couldn’t. Those kind of affections were still new to her and even the ones she had found herself attached to in her own group were too few in number. Rael didn’t do friends or anything that went with friendship. She'd always wanted to, but it was her experience. All she could do was give a pseudo-empathetic nod. [color=#A84B5E]“This idiot thinks Pris needs his help.”[/color] [color=dc143c]“You don’t have to say it like that.”[/color] Graves sighed. The girl smiled at the banter, [color=5F9FC5]“I am sure Pris can find something for you to do. All of the people who would, well, lead Mystic are gone or elsewhere. Well, Luci is here but she's locked herself in the armory.”[/color] [color=dc143c]“What ‘bout everyone else?”[/color] [color=5F9FC5]“Leafy is in the dining hall... being uncharacteristically quiet. And Pris is in the study trying to figure out a plan. As far as I can tell the other branch of the guild in Theremia have their hands full with another dungeon. No word from them yet.”[/color] She turned a hallway, [color=5F9FC5]“I‘m Shev, by the way.”[/color] That was right. Mystic Prophecy had a lot of members and was one of the older and more successful guilds in the game. The eastern division was based in Theremia and she had bumped shoulders with them before given it was the city she started out in, the patron kingdom of the Draethir fraternity. She… didn’t have a lot of fondness for them and she imagined it was likewise. Still, that was on the other side of the world and Aaginim and Luci seemed to tolerate her far better than Kirk and Tanako did. Still, she doubted they hated her to such a level they felt she needed to be punished. Just another thing she’d keep to herself unless asked. That aside, it was still strange to her that a guild as big as Mystic Prophecy wasn’t settled in Aaginim or Luci’s home-kingdom. If she remembered right Luci had said she started out in Tyhrien which is where she met all of the founding members of the guild save for Priscilica. How did they end up deciding on Thorinn? or was Thorinn a replacement choice? She mulled over the thought before introducing herself and Graves to this Shev person. [color=#A84B5E]“Rael. Tank-for-brains is Graves.”[/color] [color=5F9FC5]“Pleased to meet you.”[/color] She said warmly as she knocked on a door they had stopped at before opening up to reveal Priscilica behind a large desk overseeing a bunch of papers before the pink-haired girl looked to the two wayfarers with a look of confusion but not repulsion. [color=C4407A]“You’ve got some guts showing up here.”[/color] She said, though it wasn’t a tone of hostility given she was widely smiling with a near giggle at the end of her comment. She waved to the two seats in front of the desk, [color=C4407A]“Sit down. Shev, could you get us a pitcher of wine?”[/color] The other girl nodded before Rael took her seat, deciding to let Graves take point. The idea was his, after all. [/indent][/indent][/indent]