Replying...
Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the bustling IFFOLE Guild hall. You approach the reception counter, a weary traveler seeking guidance from a beacon of civility in a world spiraling into darkness. Behind the counter, a mountain of a woman smiles down from her perch, her eyes crinkling at the corners with a disarming geniality. "Welcome to the IFFOLE Guild, weary traveler," her voice, surprisingly melodic, washes over you. "What brings you to our humble establishment today? A quest, perhaps? Or merely a respite from the wicked world outside?"

Alina Clover, The Executioner Receptionist

@William War Rod Rodriguez