PURGE THE HE- Ahem. - Introduction [Open]

Training was no short, simple task when it came to Mia’s daily routine. Normally, it consisted of just normal target practice with her bow. However now, having her new weapon, melee training was also something she needed to work on. All her life, she was the long ranged fighter keeping her distance or having that range for those who might be too strong to fight unless a sneak attack was made first. Working on a good fighting style with something completely new to her was a very strange concept, but she was always the stubborn type and this time would be no different when it came to her life or the life of her guildmates. Still, the elven woman was going to try do this at least on her own. Worst comes to worst, she try and swallow her pride and ask for help, but that would need time.

A heavy swing was paused, causing her to flinch from the soreness of her arms from the hours so far in putting into her training in the last few days. The doors opening up created what she thought to be a loud creaking while she was nearby in the training hall. In the moment of her being caught off guard, the grip on her sword slipped and it dropped onto the floor before a sighing few words of distaste left her mouth in her elven tongue. Mia picked her weapon up and sheathed the weapon before he headed into the hall where she froze up rather quickly. Her eyes had to slowly make their way up as the titanous being that entered was at least twice the size of the bounty huntress herself, and she was just under 6 feet tall herself!

Stuck in a moment of shock, she had her mouth agape for a good minute before pushing it shut and collecting herself. Putting on a small smile, the elf approached the stranger and tried her best at least to keep from seeming hostile even without the compacted bow on her back and the sword at her side. ”W-Welcome, sir.” She greeted, looking up for a change... at least from that height and direction anyway. ”Is there anything I can do to help? I’m sure the ambassador will be around soon.”

Fairly enough, she wasn’t trying to seem rude to the guest in the hall of the guild. Her last intention was to try and set herself a little further down from when she had first joined. It was something that she had still had a bit of a sour taste in her mouth over. Trying to let that be brushed off from her conscious, Mia shut her trap and stood firm to her trying to be a more courteous welcoming committee. Thankfully so, it seemed the guest to the hall wasn’t all that upset or bothered by her reaction. Her guess was someone that size was used to it. ”I’m sorry about that look I gave. I’m used to being nearly the tallest person in a room, but I’m more than impressed.” Her arms folded at her chest, looking up to try and keep her attention focused on him rather than his size. He mentioned the fact that she had not known him already, which normally would have ticked her off immediately, but thinking logically about it, it made her chuckle a little bit. ”I’m.. not really from around here. The elves I had known were very self kept, didn’t really bother with anything that didn’t bother us.” She paused, letting a bit of steam exhale from her nose to keep the obvious annoyance of mentioning it quiet. ”My name is Mianala Qinwynn. You can just call me Mia if it’s easier for you, I have no qualms or issues either way.”

It was true. With her life primarily being called “soldier” or “Huntress”, being called by her given was always nice to hear. Of course, it never stopped her from having that innate response from years of strict regiments and routines. 30 years of it was very hard to break from overnight, but it was a day to day battle with her to try and keep from falling back into it. Things around the guild helped embrace her thought to expand out and essentially “overwrite” these old routines, but something told her there would always be a part of her that would be like that.

Her arms suddenly shot to their sides when the voice of Johann spoke up. Even with a simple greeting, Mia couldn’t help but have taken almost a militaristic form of a stand. She blinked several times, lost on what he was trying to allude to until she looked down where he eyed up, seeing the scimitar on her side. ”O-Oh, thank you, ambassador. I’m too used to a bow, and not turning the training area into a desert is not something I’m trying to do either.” She replied, placing one hand on the hilt while her body relaxed. Knowing now that she could just be a little more at ease, the elven woman gave a shrug and looked back to the guest as he asked her about him. He inquired about him having been a friend of hers, which frankly made her laugh. A friend was something that she really never had the luxury of having, but as he asked about joining, she slowly nodded her head in conformation. ”Yes, sir. He was looking to join. I hadn’t gotten much further than that at all before you arrived.”

Her brow couldn't help but be raised lightly as she had listened to him first off tell her that he liked her. Usually, the way that the elf spoke was what got her in trouble, however trying to adapt to actually caring for others was coming to her a little more than she had realized. Be it the natural need to adapt for survival or just a learning experience was beyond her. Still, having someone to have her back socially was a little nice. "I'm used to simply speaking the truth no matter the impact. Think of it more of efficiency over compassion. Not much of that went on in my lifetime. Yet, everyone here is much of a different shade of the rainbow when it comes to personality, so I had a bit of a crash course upon joining myself." Her folded arms tightened up again, almost as if cringing in the memory of the meeting she had when she came to try and join.

Mia's face seemed to flatten into a very obvious surprise. Watching Hero deflate almost as though he were some human balloon, though the name was lost on her on what one even was, she had waited until he settled down to be just slightly taller than her, letting her head retract to a much more fitting position. "I've heard the saying 'full of hot air', but never did I think it was actually true...." Well, it wasn't, but some things were better left to be learned in harder fashions. Still, her facial expression was very oblivious to what she'd just said aloud, showing just how out of tune to social ques she really was. With any hope it wouldn't be used against her, but it wouldn't be a such a bad thing for that to happen otherwise.

Fianlly, Johann seemed to step in and push to what she thought to be the point of the visit to the guild hall. Sure, the idle conversation was getting to be a little nice, however this was still not really much of a social club and therefore she wasn't going to be the type to treat as one either once she'd gotten whatever information she could from him. Something close to beating around the bush, but it would have helped her gain a bit more skill in things like analogies or play on words scenarios. But those things would most likely have to come in time. As she watched them beginning the conversation, the bounty huntress looked around for a moment, remaining quiet for a moments time to allow them to speak before she would chime in. "Pardon me, but I was going to get a drink to relax from the training, but if you two would like anything, I'm sure standing around would be a little less tenuous." She looked toward both males about in the room, wanting to give them time for any recommendations, preferences, or even a refusal before she would step off, allowing them to get down into more private, detailed information without the need of a normal member being around.