Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5583506-20170722010405

The Guildmaster stepped out from his chambers, having heard the calls of Gait. The man was grey and furrowed, having had much to experience in his past, yet as known to most heroes, his feeble appearance was deceitful in comparison to his powers and years of experience.

"What's all this then, Gait?" he asked sternly, gazing out from the stairwell of the Heroes' Guild upon the child the werewolf had brought to him.

Ylva dragged her luggage all the way up to the gates of the Heroes' Guild, patiently waiting for someone to open the gates. She could already see that a bunch of other children of her age had already gathered, wondering just what sort of powers they possessed and if they were in some way similar to her own.

Little did she know that the remainder of these kids probably thought the same.

From the other side of the gates a woman appeared. An Imperial by looks of it, with short, curly, brown hair, looking through the bars of the metal gate. "Say", she chirped in a welcoming tone, inspecting the children waiting on the outside. "Might this be the new wave of students applying for a place at the Heroes' Guild?"