Sylph
Fickle
Location: Guild Hall
Mentions: Key of Stars Uasal Seraph Darkfire
Ymir paused part way through a wave, smile frozen in place.
All too quickly Kathlyn spun around to continue packing. "I-I'm sorry! That was a weird assumption to make! I'll make sure it doesn't happen again!" The mistake flustered them, their hands fumbling with all the finicky items as Ymir's fingers curled. She pressed against her mouth, watching them move away and finding it hard to be amused when she'd just been knocked so off-kilter herself. She'd never been good at those sorts of situations. Conversations with actual... feelings involved. Some people could wear their heart on their sleeve but Ymir wasn't one.
Maybe Merkon has an item I can use instead. Quite conveniently she'd seen his shop's symbol light up out the corner of her eyes. Same door as always, tucked away at the back of the guild.
Of course she never got a chance. A sudden flash of light had her blinking spots out of her vision, palm to her forehead as a fairy-like and familiar voice piped up from the adjacent seat. "Really Ymir? Your manners have declined so much you'll happily throw your feet upon a table others eat from now? This is why you can't find a suitor you know. That and your obvious fetish for maps and the like."
Oh boy. Trust Eiru to pop up at an inconvenient times.
Ymir plastered on a quick smile, turning over her shoulder. "I'm flattered you thought I had manners in the first place."
The witch waved it off with a lazy smile, her head still on her palm. "You look like you're having about as good a day as I am. All be it you seem more physically beat up than mentally. Care to share with a friend? A non-map friend..."
"I dunno..." Ymir said. "Maps are pretty good at listening."
Azalea, for once, was a welcome presence when she noticed the witch's arrival. Eiru's teasing façade melted right away under the thorny gaze and Ymir had a moment to recover her thoughts as she watched the witch squirm. They were quick to launch into one of their long and impassioned rambles before Azalea could get a word in edge-wise. As entertaining as they usually were, Ymir didn't bother trying to keep up.
"...a gold rank quest? Yeh sure and Ymir here's got a harem!"
-until her name pulled her back into it. She blinked, pulling a face at the witch as they threw their hands up about something. Why was her personal life suddenly in the spotlight? Things were fine! If Leo could hurry up and open his eyes then they could get to drinking and she could forget all about it.
NOW! If youuuulllll excusssseeeee me! I have to help out dear little Ymir here!" Ymir watched Eiru lean over to Azalea, speaking none-too-subtly. "I think she got into another fight with the ground while gliding... that or one of her maps gained sentience and rebelled against her and her weird attraction to them-it-they? I hoping for the second..."
"I'll have you know my gliders are the most reliable thing next to having an air affinity." Though, if Leo had been any indication, perhaps they weren't quite as foolproof as she thought. Ymir pulled her uninjured leg up onto the table, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin on her palm to she stare sidelong at the witch. "They don't compare to maps of course." Especially when hers were the best that side of the continent.
The witch leaned back, linking her arms together like a sagely old man. She is... what, three-hundred?
"Come now, tell me.. what happened, what's on your mind?"
Ymir pressed her lips together, glancing to where Azalea had picked up one of the scrolls. The receptionist's expression was largely indecipherable. Not angry per se, but no where near jovial either. Ymir offered Eiru a pitying smile. "I think my reply will have to wait on that one."
Location: Guild Hall
Mentions: Key of Stars Uasal
Azalea nodded to Kathlyn as they finished packing up and headed towards their new station. The girl was determined, if nothing else, though from what Azalea had seen there was plenty they were capable of. Much to her relief they plonked their head straight down on their arms rather than attempting any of the paperwork. They needed the rest.
She turned towards the table as a flash marked yet another arrival. It didn't take long for Eiru to notice.
"Azalea..." They turned away from where they'd been talking to Ymir. "Fancy seeing you here haha... look... I might have lost the prince... BUT I completed the mission... Granted there were a lot of setbacks and I may have quite-possibly-more-than-likely-positively dishonoured one of the Guards Generals giving said block head family yet another reason to absolutely hate my guts... BUT as I said mission completed! Yay... woohoo... Why aren't you woohooing... I'm sensing a lack of woohooing here..."
She smiled, linking her arms together. "Want to repeat that part where you dishonored the guard general?"
"Alright look." Eiru set out three scrolls on the table, beginning to speak. Azalea remained silent, aware that once the witch got started they rarely took a break. Despite ending with several light-hearted digs at Ymir, Azalea's expression didn't change much, too busy organising a response in her head.
"I think my reply will have to wait on that one."
For once, the air-headed explorer showed a modicum of situational awareness. Azalea examined the first of the scrolls Eiru had laid out, glancing at the witch over the top of it. First things first.
"I appreciate your feedback my assigning of the difficulty level," Azalea began, somewhat dryly. "Next time I will be sure to add that adventurers should specialise in stealth and recovery when taking on rescue missions."
"Now who's being defensive?" an unhelpful voice supplied. Azalea shot them a warning look and the woman threw up her hands in mock surrender.
"Stay out of it, Ymir." She didn't hide the bite in her tone and the mapmaker rolled their eyes, hopping off the edge of the broken table to shuffle over to the next one. They still had the large, glass-like sphere they'd arrived with tucked under an arm, but Azalea would deal with it later. She focused on recalling what exactly the witch had been saying.
'The quest that was given was considerably understated. The danger levels DRASTICALLY understated.'
"The general conditions for a silver level quest are uncharted or dangerous environments, or an advanced skillset of some kind. Adventurers at that level are expected to be able to recognise their own fields of expertise and adapt to unexpected threats. You should know, especially as a supporting type, that not every adventurer is suited to every kind of quest."
'This first scroll contains the after-action report and the general's acknowledgement of quest completion. This second scroll contains a personal evaluation of the current situation in Solmar and the crypts below as well as my observations and insight into said current happenings. Of course, it's all more or less guesswork due to the rapid pace in which events transpired but I suspect even with that in mind my assumptions are close to the reality.'
"I will look into your evaluation of the scene, but there are already extensive records from the guards in that area."
'Finally this damn third scroll... you know... I really hate nobles! This third scroll is from the Arcane Family's research institution and it details all the information they had in their library pertaining to the area, I shortened said information down into a single scroll of personal footnotes.'
She smiled ever so faintly. That was probably the best news to come out of the situation. "I'm sure the Arcane's knowledge will be of use though. I'm aware that acquiring their research records can be difficult, so thank you."
'I recommend Pri looks into this personally and revaluates the situation. We may need to issue an emergency quest. A gateway to the underworld is not exactly ideal in this day and age...'
Azalea gave a long-suffering sigh at the thought of dealing with Pri. "As for the guildmaster... she has been aware of the situation for quite some time now. I have endeavored to draw her attention to it wherever possible. The issues is her perception of 'emergency' differs from ours by several orders of magnitude." She passed a hand over her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Honestly Eiru, you may as well make that recommendation yourself. You might have more luck than me. I suspect she'll be back soon since there was an incident with the waystone, but at the rate things are going she probably won't be paying attention until the gateway tears itself into a rift."
There was one other thing, though it wasn't quite as life-rending as the mission report. Azalea smiled vaguely as she recalled. 'Granted there were a lot of setbacks and I may have quite-possibly-more-than-likely-positively dishonoured one of the Guards Generals giving said block head family yet another reason to absolutely hate my guts.'
"In better news, whatever went on between you and the Guard's General probably won't be the guild's problem." Her dry grin was assurance that it most definitely would be a problem. "If it's to do with one of the Generals then they're unlikely to take it up with us. They sooner make a formal complaint to the Arcane house, or seek reparations through the Court." It went unsaid that any outcome would be better than the lattermost. The Court wielded more power than the Guard or Arcane, and its closest subordinate was the House of Cloaks. Azalea shook her head, not wanting to recall the mess that was Lantana politics. She'd had enough of it when she worked in the city. "What did you mean when you said 'dishonoured'?"