One could say that neither of them were ready for what awaited inside the Adventurer's Guild.
"We need five people in total to form a group?!"
Sylvaris's voice echoed across the guild hall like thunder, sharp and annoyed. He stood with both hands braced on the counter, towering over the petite girl behind it, who blinked up at him with a practiced, professional smile.
She couldn't have been older than twenty, maybe younger. Her long black hair was neatly tied with a ribbon, her large brown eyes warm and polite, her face doll-like with a softness that almost made him forget his frustration—almost. She wore the standard guild clerk uniform, which hugged her figure just enough to show she was cut from finer cloth than the common rabble.
Still, she didn't flinch under his glare.
