The lobby was cool and quiet compared to the busy street outside.
Noah stepped in and looked around. The floor was polished concrete. The ceiling was high. To the left were some leather sofas. Straight ahead was the reception counter, long and dark, with a few staff members standing behind it.
He walked toward the counter.
One of the staff members stepped forward. She was a woman in her late twenties, wearing the guild's grey uniform with the Crimson Vale emblem stitched in red at the collar. Her posture was straight and professional.
Her brown hair tied in neat bun.
"Welcome to Crimson Vale," she said with a polite smile. "How can I help you?"
Noah looked at her for a moment. She was pretty in a neat. The kind of person who had probably answered that same question a thousand times and still made it sound genuine. Professional and patience.
"Hello my name is Noah, I want to join the guild," he said.
