The town is bustling, you look at a passing group of weavers as they knod and smile akwardly while trying to shuffle around a gentle hand prostylizer; you close the wooden window only to realize it is stuck on the windowstill, you give weak swing and watch it bounce back -- "This place is our guildhall? its small, the windows are rotting and i think we need a wizard to sterilize whatever that black stuff is."
The only one content with the situation Todhan, a goliath in name and height, pushes his finger against a support beam causing it creak loudly: "This will do." he said with a gumbling voice. You scoff: "Bell is going to hate this place." "Most likely, until she doesn't." You feel the sun on the back of your hand and take a deep breath: "Lets get this place cleaned up then."
