“Ah, not quite what I’m used to,” said Nuala.
The Daemon stood in the rain with her hands against her hips and a rather gloomy expression written on her face. The guild building of Eternal Nightmare was far from luxurious, but that didn’t matter at this point – she simply couldn’t continue like this. With Daeva Eye gone, the thief had aimlessly roamed Earthland throughout the past year and after losing her immortality through rather questionable circumstances – and regaining it very recently, the rogue decided that it was perhaps for the best to join a new guild and start over. There weren’t many options in Fiore and the woman surely didn’t plan on joining forces with any of the lighter guilds. She didn’t like their happy-go-lucky attitude and the constant need to please society, the king and even the Rune Knights.
Nuala didn’t really care about any of that. She just wanted to live her life and do whatever she felt like doing. The thief had always been like that and it was one of the many reasons why she was considered an outcast. Nuala hadn’t chosen Eternal Nightmare for any particular reason, especially not for its charm, but somehow the woman felt as though she might get lucky here. If anything, the guild master was her best bet at finding a place to sleep again that wasn’t some run down in the forest or some shady stranger’s apartment.
She’s really had enough of all that.
Taking a deep breath, Nuala lifted her right hand and knocked on the door. The sound of her fist against the wooden surface of the guild’s gate echoed through the entire building. It was eerie, but not scary enough to give her goosebumps. There was really no way to say what kind of people she would face inside, but she was ready to meet whoever stood on the opposite side of these doors.