Sozdor

They walked into the Mercenary Guild’s bar cautiously. Ryta and Em had been busy with many adventures but their training lent them to the idea that it was time to go a step up. Maybe one or both of them could become a mercenary and live life on more adventure. When they came down the hallway out into the open there were a fair few vexxils sat within various corners, tables and at the bar mingling amongst themselves. They were not yet full-fledged mercenaries just yet because they had to do a few jobs for approval. It was suggested waiting at the bar would be their best option to get a few jobs so that could actually happen. Em gestured to the bar counter to Ryta, “Perhaps, we should start there.” Her bright turquoise eyes directed to two empty stools. Ryta looked for a brief moment, distracted by all the chatter and clanging of glasses. It was a new world for her to be part of as she’d not frequently visited establishments such as this. “Uh…,” she paused a moment then agreed, “…yeah