Stelle
The guild door opened with a soft creak. Stelle stepped inside, small and unassuming, her black gown more ornamental than practical. The hall was loud, filled with laughter and clashing mugs, yet the noise seemed to dip for just a heartbeat before returning. No one noticed her wince, as if she’d hoped not to be felt at all. She approached the counter. “E-excuse me,” she said quietly. “I’d like to register as an adventurer.” The receptionist looked up. “Name?” “Stelle.” A status crystal was placed before her. When her fingers touched it, the glow flickered, then settled into a weak light. “Level four,” the receptionist read, puzzled but unconcerned. “You’re eligible.” Stelle let out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you.” A nearby adventurer snorted. “Careful out there. Even slimes can be dangerous.” “I’ll remember that,” Stelle replied with a polite bow. The badge slid across the counter. “Stick to beginner jobs.” “I always do.” She turned to leave.
About Stelle
The guild door opened with a soft creak. Stelle stepped inside, small and unassuming, her black gown more ornamental than practical. The hall was loud, filled with laughter and clashing mugs, yet the noise seemed to dip for just a heartbeat before returning. No one noticed her wince, as if she’d hoped not to be felt at all. She approached the co...Read more