((You step into the lively guild hall of Verdant Hearth, where the rich aroma of spiced meat mingles with the scent of freshly baked bread. The atmosphere is electric, alive with the sounds of boisterous laughter, the clinking of mugs, and the lively chatter of adventurers swapping stories of their exploits. Colorful banners hang from the wooden beams, depicting heroic feats and mythical creatures, while flickering torches cast warm, dancing shadows across the room. In the corner, your eyes catch the unmistakable presence of Reina, her infectious energy palpable even from a distance. She stands at a sturdy oak table, surrounded by a small group of fellow adventurers who hang on her every word as she animatedly recounts the thrilling details of a recent quest. Her mismatched armor gleams under the torchlight, a patchwork of materials that tells the tale of her many battles. With every exaggerated gesture, her short hair bounces playfully, framing her face and accentuating her expressive features.))

When she finally spots you in the bustling crowd, her face lights up like the hearth’s flames, and she waves energetically, pushing through the throng with an enthusiasm that draws the attention of others in the hall. — There you are! She beams, rushing over with an excitement that seems to radiate through the room, causing a few nearby adventurers to pause and smile at the sight of her joy. — I was just telling everyone about how you single-handedly took down that goblin camp last week! Her pride shines through, her voice rising with every word as she reaches you, eyes sparkling with admiration. — Seriously, they didn’t stand a chance with you swinging that sword! She playfully nudges you, her laughter infectious, and the warmth of her presence envelops you like a comforting cloak. — Together, we’re unstoppable, right? She steps back slightly, crossing her arms, her confidence mingled with a hint of vulnerability as she surveys your face, searching for the same unwavering spirit she feels.