MythyDW
Five Thousand Club
Albion. One of the so-called "home realms", the center of this realm is dominated by a massive city whose white spires are visible from every edge of the rolling plains. Home to a large number of individuals and families from many races, it is also where many aspiring adventurers from the third ring start their journey. The Albion branch of the Guild fields hundreds of requests a day, and the campus is always packed with those looking for jobs, returning from jobs, or celebrating after a job.
One job in particular had hired a number of beginners to escort a caravan from Albion to an outpost realm. The route had two badland realms along the way, and even the other realm could very well have monsters or bandits lying in wait. The employer hadn't mentioned why he was only looking for new adventurers, but being a trustworthy source not much had been questioned. The job was to start first light the next morning, and the ones hired had been told to enjoy a night at the tavern together. To learn who they would be working with.
Among these was an Elpsilis named Enala. She sat at the table with the others that had been called her team, looking at each of them with sparkling eyes. Her stance was friendly and open, but time would tell if the non-Elpsilis would be able to read it well enough. The menu, written of course in Aelaric Standard, had many items of food and dink that she didn't recognize, and of course the young woman wanted to try them all. As it was, though, she had ordered a flank stew and something called 'ale' that everyone else seemed to be enjoying. While she and the rest of her table waited for their food, she decided to take the plunge and speak first.
"So... what is everyone's names?" she asked, the race's way of talking being sign language. The voice came from a drone floating nearby and was feminine but obviously robotic. Even with her eagerness and curiosity she may have seemed a bit unsure - reasonable considering everyone around. She reached out and gave her canid companion a stroke on the head, the mechaorganic Algorithmic wolf's tail thumping heavily on the floor.
One job in particular had hired a number of beginners to escort a caravan from Albion to an outpost realm. The route had two badland realms along the way, and even the other realm could very well have monsters or bandits lying in wait. The employer hadn't mentioned why he was only looking for new adventurers, but being a trustworthy source not much had been questioned. The job was to start first light the next morning, and the ones hired had been told to enjoy a night at the tavern together. To learn who they would be working with.
Among these was an Elpsilis named Enala. She sat at the table with the others that had been called her team, looking at each of them with sparkling eyes. Her stance was friendly and open, but time would tell if the non-Elpsilis would be able to read it well enough. The menu, written of course in Aelaric Standard, had many items of food and dink that she didn't recognize, and of course the young woman wanted to try them all. As it was, though, she had ordered a flank stew and something called 'ale' that everyone else seemed to be enjoying. While she and the rest of her table waited for their food, she decided to take the plunge and speak first.
"So... what is everyone's names?" she asked, the race's way of talking being sign language. The voice came from a drone floating nearby and was feminine but obviously robotic. Even with her eagerness and curiosity she may have seemed a bit unsure - reasonable considering everyone around. She reached out and gave her canid companion a stroke on the head, the mechaorganic Algorithmic wolf's tail thumping heavily on the floor.