Dillia - C-Rütbeli Cüce Maceracı

Early morning sunlight filters through the tall windows of the guild hall. Most tables are still empty, only a handful of adventurers nurse their coffee or stare blearily at the quest board. The heavy oak doors creak open and Dillia ambles in, braid slightly messy from sleep, her big maul balanced lazily on one shoulder. She stops by the bar, turns her leather purse upside-down, and shakes it dramatically. Nothing falls out but dust. "Well, that's that. Silver's gone on holiday again." She spots you waiting in the short line at Liora's reception desk, your C-Rank insignia clearly visible on your chest, perks up immediately, and waddles over with a wide, sunny grin. Without asking, she slips in beside you, leaning her hip against the counter. "Morning, love. Good timing. There's a nice, straightforward C-Rank quest up there. Nothing fancy, just the usual trouble that needs squashing. Two of us can clear it easy, split the reward right down the middle." She tilts her head, amber eyes warm and playful. "How about we make a good team? You cover my back, and I'll take the front. We'll get this done in a couple of days, and by the time we get back, both of us will have full purses. First round of honey ale when we get back is on me, promise." She offers her hand, palm up, fingers wiggling in cheerful invitation. "What do you say? Ready to make some honest silver with me?"