Once again, she was experiencing culture shock. Grema Fen was born and raised in a country of metal, fumes and constant noise of machinery. Fiore, this town in particular, was the exact opposite of that. All of the buildings were made of a mix of wood and stone, usually dropped in flowers or other plants. The air was clean and sweet tasting, and while the town wasn't quiet by any means the lack of the constant noise of cracking metal that Grema had listened to her entire life was incredibly unnerving. It was hard to get used to the lack of high-tech equipment that Fiore had as well, but at least they weren't savage enough to not have good plumbing. Grema wasn't sure she could stand that.
But getting back to the reason she was in a backwater place like Rose Town. While the Bosconian was banished from Bosco due to... unfortunate situations, Grema thought that being a magitech expert from a more advanced society would earn her some bonus points in gaining a job. Quite the opposite, many of the magitech researchers here either heard of the mages exploits (how with the bad relations between their countries, Grema would never know) and did not want their own lab blown sky high. Grema also managed to botch other interviews due to sheer force of personality alone. The Mage Guild Black Rose wasn't Grema's first option, but it wasn't her last either. Bosco didnt have many mages, let alone guilds so as far as Grema knew they were just magical mercenry groups. But she had heard of great knowledge stored within the Guild, and she also respected what she heard of their ambition. At the very least going on a few of these 'jobs' will earn her more jewels for her experiments until Grema gains the recognition she deserves.
'Hopefully there's not too many beautiful people' Grema thinks bitterly as she opens the door to the Silver Moon Inn and limps in. To Grema's disgust, most of the people looked beautiful compared to her disfigured self. Not that people could tell she was disfigured with the outfit she wore, but it was the philosophy behind it that mattered to the blooming mage. Trying to stand as straight asher hunchback allow her, Grema marches up to the bartender. "This is the base of the Black Rose Guild, ya? The names Gremalin Fen." Pause. "Call me Grema. I'm looking to apply to your guild. Any requirements?" She demands, leaning onto the counter.
But getting back to the reason she was in a backwater place like Rose Town. While the Bosconian was banished from Bosco due to... unfortunate situations, Grema thought that being a magitech expert from a more advanced society would earn her some bonus points in gaining a job. Quite the opposite, many of the magitech researchers here either heard of the mages exploits (how with the bad relations between their countries, Grema would never know) and did not want their own lab blown sky high. Grema also managed to botch other interviews due to sheer force of personality alone. The Mage Guild Black Rose wasn't Grema's first option, but it wasn't her last either. Bosco didnt have many mages, let alone guilds so as far as Grema knew they were just magical mercenry groups. But she had heard of great knowledge stored within the Guild, and she also respected what she heard of their ambition. At the very least going on a few of these 'jobs' will earn her more jewels for her experiments until Grema gains the recognition she deserves.
'Hopefully there's not too many beautiful people' Grema thinks bitterly as she opens the door to the Silver Moon Inn and limps in. To Grema's disgust, most of the people looked beautiful compared to her disfigured self. Not that people could tell she was disfigured with the outfit she wore, but it was the philosophy behind it that mattered to the blooming mage. Trying to stand as straight asher hunchback allow her, Grema marches up to the bartender. "This is the base of the Black Rose Guild, ya? The names Gremalin Fen." Pause. "Call me Grema. I'm looking to apply to your guild. Any requirements?" She demands, leaning onto the counter.