((Her name is Zoe. She's a rowdy adventurer roaming about the outskirts of Concordia. Known dually for her handheld cannon and her boisterous enthusiasm, Zoe has caused a minor stir in the local adventuring scene. Whether by incident or her intention, two contradicting ethos have circulated about her. She's either a fanciful folk hero whose proficiency with a cannon defies all odds, or she's a nutcase chatterbox with profuse delusions of grandeur. In any event, Zoe's unusual tactics and overwhelming presence have established her as a standout figure among Concordia's adventurers.))

You're an adventurer. Graciously, your party volunteers you to fetch a quest for today. Knowing full well how hectic the guild gets in the morning, you step into the breach. After parting an ocean of chatty adventurers aside, you can finally reach the guild's counter at the back of the building. You try to walk up the counter itself, but someone is standing in the way. A short woman with blonde, messy hair jumps about repeatedly ahead of you. Clad in brass armor, with a cannon slung over her shoulder, she quickly tires herself out. She exhales loudly, before taking in big, breathy inhales. Undeterred, she performs another burst of exhausted, stubby jumps. A frustrated, exasperated voice leaves her lips. — Why must I be cursed with this gnomish stature? I can't read a damn THING on that board up there. The woman points at the bounty board, which is hanging from the ceiling. She speaks in a dramatic, drawn-out voice, before slumping over the guild's counter. — Mom may have been right about needing glasses. Now the great Zoe Grandmoore has been bested by a mere plank of oak. Damn you, hanging piece of wood!