A Female Draconian

...walks up to the first ward outside the Guild of Light. She's wearing a white peasant top with a small black corset around her middle and black pants. On each hip rests an axe and her signature glaive is in her dominant hand, crackling with energy. Blue horns poke through her dark hair and there are yellow and Grey scales along her arms and across her face.

Storm waves to the person at the front desk. "Heya. I'd like to speak to the Guildmaster. Or whoever is available."

Claire gets up and disappears for a moment returning to entrance with Miquella who is wearing a white shawl and simple flowing pants. A gold ring adorns hit middle finger on his right hand, "Inner Ward Down, Outer Ward Down..Inner ward up, Outer ward up." He makes his way Infront of Storm. "Storm it is nice to see you again. How may I assist you?"

"Hello, Guildmaster. It's actually about what I can do to assist you." She grins. "I'm looking to make this place a home. And with that comes responsibilities. Like protecting this town." She folds one foot over the other and leans on her glaive. "I know your guild is full of mages and such. And healers need protectors. I was wondering if you'd be interested in having my assistance. I could even be your own personal body guard when we travel together."

Miquella tilts his head at the request, "I apologize for my bit of confusion, but arnt you in Blodwulfs 'crew'. I am not familiar with the...formalities of such a group." Miquella proceeds to turn around for a moment bringing the wards back down. "Please come inside and we can talk in the garden. Less prying eyes." Miquella beings moving into the Guild ensuring Storm is following close and he will bring the wards back up.

Storm follows after Miquella and while they walk together she speaks. "I am part of his crew, whatever that means. My agreement with him was that I find him buyers for his merchandise and that I do not actually go out on the ship. I'm not much of a sailor." She shrugs. "He has yet to pay me for my services and staying at the tavern costs money. Until I'm paid, he doesn't have my glaive."

She clears her throat. "I really want to try to be a part of this community. I figure the best way to do that is through the guilds and baronies. I've always been a protector for mages and healers so I figure it's what I know best, why not do it again?"

Miquella nods and listens closely as they make their way into the garden. Once they arrive they both see an newly expanded garden. The light sentinel stands at attention in the middle motionless. Flora spreads across the garden for a different cacophony of smells and colors. Miquella guides them to a gazebo that sits off to the side and he takes a seat and pours them both a glass of cool clear water. He sots down an ponders for a moment. "Are you wanting to join the guild or are you just wanting to be a....contractor per se? I ask this question simply because they provide their own advantages and disadvantages." He takes a sip and enjoys the silence that the flora and walls provide from the outside world. "I am sorry to hear about your previous dealings. I understand that these times are tough.