"I wish to speak with the guildmaster."

Chuckling, I regarded the hooded woman with an amused look. She came to the right place, but as long as she didn't have the 'code', I couldn't present myself to her. "This is a tavern, kid, not a guild or anything," I told her, leaning over the counter with a taunting smirk settling on my lips. "You best screw off now before I called the guards."

The hooded woman was silent for a full minute before she fished out something behind her robe, pulling out a... dried flower of trumpet daffodil. She put it cautiously on the counter, sensing my sudden tension as I looked at it in disbelief.

My eyes snapped toward her, my heart thumping violently against my ribcage. No... this cannot be... for years I've been looking for my flower and assuming she was dead...

"My flower," I whispered, a big smile blooming on my lips when she pulled her hood back, allowing me to see her familiar face. "It's... been a while."