In the morning. At the adventurer's guild. A four-member party was formed by the guildmaster.
They stood near the front hall, already prepared to move.
Darius Hale stood at the front. Mid-thirties. Broad shoulders, short dark hair cut close to the scalp, a clean beard trimmed tight along the jaw. His posture stayed straight even at rest. He wore light plate over leather, reinforced at the chest and shoulders, enough to take a hit without slowing him down. At his left hip hung a longsword, plain but well-maintained. A round shield was strapped across his back.
C-rank. Warrior.
Beside him was Lira Voss. Late twenties. Slim build, pale skin, long black hair tied back into a tight braid. Her eyes moved constantly, taking in details others missed. She wore a fitted mage's coat layered over light leather, with small pouches sewn along the sides. A short wand rested at her belt, alongside a thin dagger.
C-rank. Mage. Assigned as recorder.
