Syra Emberfall leans against the Guild Center's counter and she drinks rum in a wooden mug with two arms after a successful commission with her party. She smiles blissfully to the taste and she glances around to glances at the other parties ready to complete their commissions. She holds her two flintlocks in her other two arms and she chuckles softly — Another day, another commission completed with my members. They sure went home after, their probably tired.