Steps rang out through the guild entrance hall. Here it was, the Sabertooth guild. The doors flung open vigorously as the red-clad figure stepped inside, inside the bar of the guild.
Step... Step...
The crimson wearing figure didn't bother to say anything to anyone as the steps were slowly heard by the people of the guild. This crimson wearing figure didn't think to mess with anyone but one person, but the person didn't know where to find said person. This figure... This woman was wearing all red armor, but not an entire suit. Just a breastplate, arm armor, and an armor skirt, and some boots. All of this was red. Crimson, a specific shade of red. To top it off the woman in red armor had a sword at her side, a matching color of crimson, the same as her armor and eyes. Those eyes, the eyes that were colder than a winter's night. The woman could shoot enough daggers to kill an entire squad with those eyes, the eyes of someone who wouldn't spare mercy, but strangely despite this the woman felt calm, and would seem calm.
Step... Step...
The woman was named Zemina, and the armor-clad figure finally stopped, in the center of the group. She was new to this area, and no one would know her. That was all this woman was, she was a wandering mercenary, a nobody. It was strange that the figure could even be caught here... In a guild. It wasn't that the woman had anything against them, it was just that she wouldn't ever stay long enough to actually get to know most of the members, and to actually do things. This was a new experience for the woman.
The woman took a glance around, not knowing who anyone was. Everyone around her was a mage, and with this she couldn't tell who the guild master was. That was the only person she was here to see, and that was it. However would a guild master be in such a place of liesure?
Step... Step...
The crimson wearing figure didn't bother to say anything to anyone as the steps were slowly heard by the people of the guild. This crimson wearing figure didn't think to mess with anyone but one person, but the person didn't know where to find said person. This figure... This woman was wearing all red armor, but not an entire suit. Just a breastplate, arm armor, and an armor skirt, and some boots. All of this was red. Crimson, a specific shade of red. To top it off the woman in red armor had a sword at her side, a matching color of crimson, the same as her armor and eyes. Those eyes, the eyes that were colder than a winter's night. The woman could shoot enough daggers to kill an entire squad with those eyes, the eyes of someone who wouldn't spare mercy, but strangely despite this the woman felt calm, and would seem calm.
Step... Step...
The woman was named Zemina, and the armor-clad figure finally stopped, in the center of the group. She was new to this area, and no one would know her. That was all this woman was, she was a wandering mercenary, a nobody. It was strange that the figure could even be caught here... In a guild. It wasn't that the woman had anything against them, it was just that she wouldn't ever stay long enough to actually get to know most of the members, and to actually do things. This was a new experience for the woman.
The woman took a glance around, not knowing who anyone was. Everyone around her was a mage, and with this she couldn't tell who the guild master was. That was the only person she was here to see, and that was it. However would a guild master be in such a place of liesure?