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Fairly There
Elvish Heart
The heart of Corona Town bustled, the Roda Plaza accommodating many ins and outs, its shops and facilities among the most known in the city. But in that heartbeat there was one locale that was quieter on the outside, as fewer had reason to come and go. But on the inside there was plenty of bustle to go around.
The guild hall of Elvish Heart spent its daytimes moving with a couple dozen guild mages about at any time, lazing about of the aged, simple wood tables and chairs. Friends and associates were included, or even the occasional mouth to feed with the in-guild restaurant (which specialized in pasta dishes and fish). Green banners with the guild brand, the face of a long haired, knife eared elf in profile, hung from the walls and the overlook on the second floor, the upper area a bit quieter. Though sound from below still floated its way up, the area near the mission board was perfect for those who preferred at least a little more quiet. At the moment, this included the Guildmistress, founder of Elvish Heart, Aralia Vera. He face was round, eyes a shining blue, golden hair reaching down to the backs of her knees. The red hood of her robe remained low, the rest draped over her shoulders, keeping much of her thin body obscured, at least when she was still. As the guild went about it’s business, she merely watched, a slight (but pleasant) smile on her face at the warm atmosphere.
Dwarf Spirit
The heart of Corona Town bustled, the Roda Plaza accommodating many ins and outs, its shops and facilities among the most known in the city. But nowhere near that was the city’s lesser know guild hall. Downtown, underneath the stonework of the Taraka Bridge, the blocky Dwarf Spirit guild hall went from ground to the underside of the bridge, nestled comfortably, a walkway and staircase stretching from the entrance to the middle of the bridge that linked Corona’s homesteads with the central part of the city. In the space between doorway and underside of the bridge was a bold lettered sign, naming the guild and brandishing the guild emblem: an anvil over a flame.
The hole in the bridge location was actually fairly cozy, between magically heat-able rugs and lighting to avoid the smoke of an open flame, and a well stocked bookshelf. With so few members it was often quiet but the brew station with a fair selection of coffees and teas made taking advantage of that easier done than said. As the lazy day was continuing to roam by, the heavy door in the back of the common area went open. The area beyond was typically off limits to all but one, that very one coming out.
Posture slightly hunched, Korin Togarashi wasn’t the tallest in the first place. His long stache and slightly scruffy beard were both a dark gray, his hair a bit rough, going around his ears, the sideburns white in particular. Light blue scarf around his neck, shirt long sleeved and white, pants baggy and striped with purple and orange, he’d looked like he’d just gotten up and thrown clothes on. Bags under his light green eyes, he looked around, asking, “Who’s here, anyway?”
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