Euphelt sat inside the warmth of the guild lobby. After passing through the snow and ice, lugging around a large briefcase full of her things, the weight of burden was soothed by the comfort of the inside. Euphelt relaxed into the padded wooden seat, watching guests walk to and from around the lobby, brushing off some of the snow that had gathered onto her leather briefcase.
At first she was not sure if she would even find the place. Her search for an employer lead her through a snowstorm, as she was told by a vaguely suspicious man with a dagger in his belt that a guild of treasures and eternal comforts could be found up the path. While she did lose him some way through that snowstorm, an action she regrets, she did manage to find the orange lights of the candles and lacrima after trekking for a few minutes forward.
The maid was waiting for someone to come by. The receptionist at the table had told her that an individual would come collect her after she said that she wanted to work for the guild. Euphelt wondered if this was meant to be an interview or something similar. Were the servants of Silver Wolf of a different caliber than a normal hotel? Were they demanded more of the master where a normal servant would struggle?
Euphelt may not show it in her facial expression, but she felt some determination to prove she's among the best maids out there. Euphelt takes out a handmirror, inspecting her appearance down to the detail. Not a hair was to be out of place, nor would there any snow on her clothes. Euphelt sought to make a good first impression before this guild member would make an appearance.