Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5583506-20170804175213

"The best kind of crazy?" Bethany smiled, holding Gabryel by his hand.

When the students had all gathered, Preacher opened the doors to the ceremonial hall, motioning with his head to guide them inside.

"They are all waiting", he told them.

Inside the hall plenty of already acknowledged heroes had gathered as an audience, probably to examine the quality of this new generation or to see if there was any potential students they could take under their wing as apprentices. On a stage overlooking the hall, made entirely out of marble, the Guildmaster gazed out over the surroundings, looking just as bitter and stern as usual. It seemed as if there was nothing in this world that could make the man smile.

"Head on in and take your seats", Preacher told them, pointing to the stone benches at the front row. "It will all be made clear to you in time."