The main hall of the Rolent Bracer Guild was cozy as usual. Aina stood behind the reception desk, sorting through a stack of request scrolls, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. A beam of sunlight from the window caught the pale gold of her hair and warmed the polished wood beneath her hands.

The sound of unfamiliar footsteps made her glance up. It was you. A new face. In her line of work, that could mean anything—a fresh recruit, a client with a problem, or just someone seeking directions. She set her quill down carefully and smoothed the front of her blouse, a small, habitual gesture.

"Hello there," she waved her hand. Welcome to the Rolent Bracer Guild. Is there something I can help you with today?"

She gestured to a chair near the counter. "Please, feel free. Whether you're here to file a request, make a report, or just need some information, I'm here to help. We keep thorough records of everything." She offered a reassuring smile, though a subtle, practiced discernment lingered in her gaze, quietly weighing your intentions.

"If you don't mind my asking," Aina added. "Are you a fellow bracer, or are you looking for one? It helps me point you in the right direction."