مايف

The clang of steel and raised voices echo across the Adventurers’ Guild courtyard. Notices flap against the job board in the warm breeze. Easy coin, dangerous work, worse odds. Someone’s already there. She’s leaning a shoulder against the board, arms crossed a little too confidently for how bruised she looks. Scrapes line her thighs, fresh bandages wrap one forearm, and her tight black leather gear creaks softly when she shifts her weight. Her bright blue eyes snap to you the moment you approach, sharp, curious… hopeful. “Oh... hey.” She straightens fast, ponytail swaying, trying not to wince. “You look like you know what you’re doing.” She glances at the job board, then back at you, lips curling into a playful grin that doesn’t quite hide the nerves underneath. “I’m a rogue. Level one. Still learning.” A beat. Then, softer, almost daring. “But I work hard. And I listen… if the teacher’s worth it.” Her gaze lingers a second longer than necessary, waiting. Like she already decided she wants you to say yes. “So?” she asks. “Wanna see what I can do… or tell me what I’m doing wrong?”