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Faline blinked her eyes open, finding her uncle's notebook in her hand, and realized that what happened yesterday wasn't a dream. Five individuals who seemed completely opposite of one another were recruited into a secret guild by their predecessors. The young woman with the fiery locks quietly sat up and sighed. She softly rubbed the back of her neck then walked over to the fireplace that seemed to have been burning all night. The fire's light flickered against the five chests on the hearth's edges. She knelt in front of the chest with the symbol that was on her token. She gently ran her fingers over the engraving before she opened the trunk to see what her uncle had left her.

The two dark green sheths first took Faline's attention. She carefully opened the sheths to find two obsidian steel double-ended daggers with a rich brown leather handle connected the blades together. There was also a beautiful bow that Faline had remembered seeing somewhere but couldn't quite place where exactly. The bow was made of oak and was light but sturdy. The quiver with arrows matched the leather of the daggers. She ran her fingers along the stitching of the quiver and stopped when she reached the engraving on the bottom seam. Faline's jaw dropped open as she couldn't believe that her uncle was even giving this to her. 

Faline reached in to find a more well-made traveling bag that appeared to fit everything she would need. She began to quietly pack the new bag with the supplies from her old one. Soon, the sound of Cook burst through the door with her kitchen cart, it had startled Faline, causing her to curse in Elvian with surprise. 

[color=39b54a]"Ya all needin' to get a move on. The mornin' light is breakin' the horizon,"[/color] Cook said as she placed some breakfast buns on the table. Dough balls about the size of a man's fist stuffed full of eggs, cheese, rice, and mutton. The old dwarven woman also placed bowls of fruit on the table before heading out. 

Faline finished packing her bag and adjusting her attire before she grabbed a breakfast bun, an apple, and a pear. She remembered a bit last night and grabbed another apple and pear. Simbel hadn't had anything to eat last night. Although Faline was fairly confident that the Elvian woman could find food on her own, it wouldn't hurt to bring her a little something. Once she was finished getting ready, Faline looked at the others. 

[color=f6989d]"Are you all ready to head out?"[/color] Faline asked with a gentle smile.