Dawn breaks over the horizon as the first kiss of sunlight warmed the grand port city of Machain. But already the harborworkers are at the peak of their shifts while the Guilded Row is a bustling strip of commerce that has never stopped running despite the rising of sun or moon. A stream of people have already left their homes of the Residential District for work before they smiled up to the warming sky and carriers have already distributed important letters and packages to the expecting nobles of the Platinum Quarter. As always, the city of Machain is ever awake ; a non-stop clockwork of busybodies and opportunity seekers.

The same can be said for the prominent guilds of the city, a vigilant group of people who vowed their services to the people. It is especially true for budding young guild,s specifically for one named the Banner Cloaks. As the sun rose above the horizon, the intrepid adventurers have already been on their feet, eager to face the day.

Naivara lightly yawns, her hand hovering over her mouth to hide it. She looks at the other adventurer's members of their rather young guild. The Banner Cloaks had been an interesting name and she thought it fit them quite nicely. She was currently outside, her face towards the sun lightly basking in its warm glow as a rather small smile formed. She briefly wondered if her parents were proud before she put that thought aside quickly. No need for wishful thinking, she had done that enough already in her past years. The young adult Elven woman turned her head towards her comrades, her white hair framing her features.

Jhank walks with their small band of adventurers, keeping note of the vendors and stalls nearby. The orange frills on top of his head would open up as he saw something he liked.  A giant wolf spider follows him and pounces onto his back. "Hamir, settle down, we shall eat later." The spider clicks in response. Jhank looks back to Naivara, the lizardfolk a bit curious on why the elf was happy. He waves it off and keeps looking around the Guilded Row.

"Hmmm...ahhh," with a big stretch for such a small creature, Folzi Tarklesby awakes in his room in the small guild hall of the Banner Cloaks. He runs his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair and  glances over to his still sleeping roommate, Ereveth Goldpetal - Goldie, as his likes to call him, wondering if he was up late working on his collection of tales. He hops out of bed and dresses in his usual garb: emerald green under shirt, with brown jerkins and trousers. He tiptoes out the room so as not to wake his friend, grabbing a book on his way out. He then makes his way to the kitchen/common room. He puts a kettle of water on the stove to brew some tea. While he waits for it to come to a boil, he pulls up a seat on the table and begins browsing his book. 

Kara wakes early, her scarred face greeting the morning air before most others. Her bright blue nose inhales, relishing the smell of freedom that the Banner of Cloaks have brought her. Her hand wanders down to a broken blade tied to her waist, but violently retracts as she touches it, the memories crashing back. She is glad that yet another night has gone by without her alarm being activated.

     Definitely not an Elf of the morning as his face lay buried in a pillow, Evereth grumbles as he struggles to get up. He rubs his drooping eyes and sleepily pats down his frizzy blonde hair as he stretches his arms out wide and lets a long drawn out sigh, looking around the empty room. It would appear as he is the last to get up as several voices can be heard outside, along with the faint whistle of a kettle downstairs. Dragging his feet, he makes his way into a closet opposite of his bed and lazily closes the door behind him. After a period of whooshing noises and flashing bits of light seeping from the crack beneath the door, he emerges fully prepared in his garments, gleaming with energy and beauty. He grabs his things, sheaths his rapier with a metallic click and makes his way into the common room, where Folzi is preparing some tea.

"Ah, Folzi! Any tales from last night?"

     Evereth pulls up a chair and sits down, leaning back while propping both feet on the edge of the table.

"Tell me, did you find any new trinkets to add to your collection?"

 Naivara looks over at Jhank and the spider, she hums softly to herself. She briefly looked at anything of interest before she pauses slightly. "While we are out and about perhaps we should grab something for us and the others to eat, or at least some things to cook something." She suggests lightly, looking at Jhank for his opinion. Her hands together in front of her as she walks, keeping pace with her lizardfolk comrade. 

 Jhank thinks about what eat, considering their different diet to him, "I agree, do you think they would like those confectionery you call sweet rolls? I also need to find some iron for my forge." He pats his spider's leg as it chitters, "Hamir would also like some mice to eat." Jhank would hiss softly behind his back. "What of you, Naivara? Just looking for leads among the market?" Small talk is normal among the other races so Jhank should try to fit that expectation. He keeps his stride fairly slow so he can look at shops.

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Naivara tilts her head to the side. "Some sweet rolls and some meat would make an ideal breakfast this morning I believe. And of course, we mustn't forget mice for Hamir." She smiles warmly, she knows Jhank a little to know he proved to be no danger to her yet. She brings her hands up underneath her chin in a thoughtful gesture, resting her chin upon her laced fingers. "And yes, I also thought some fresh air would do nicely after a uneventful night." Naivara looks around to find perfect places in which to buy some sweet rolls, meat, mice and iron.

Folzi keeps his eyes on his book even when the question comes from his friend. "Nope. I'm afraid not," comes a reply in a his squeaky, gnomish voice. "A rather quiet evening," he says scanning through his book, flipping pages rather quickly. "Bah! Nothing useful in here." He slams the book and looks up at the eladrin. "I'm getting so bored around here. We need to find our next caper...so to speak." He gets up from the table as the kettle begins to whistle. He comes back to the table with two cups and the pot of tea. He pours himself a cup, and then offers to do so for Evereth.

"Oh, you're too good to me, Folzi."

     Evereth says as he takes the offered cup from his friend, placing his feet back on the floor as he hunches forward to blow a bit of the steam from the tea while taking a sip.

"Then perhaps we should find something... Interesting. Some new writing material would be a delightful change of pace. I'm sure there is a trove of secrets out there, we just need to find them."

     He takes another sip from the drink and continues..

"Should we catch up with the others first, or surprise them later?"

"Let's wait for the others to return. Perhaps they will stop by the job board to see if there is anything of interest." Folzi uses his mage hand to add some cream and sugar to his cup, then downs his tea in one gulp. "We should start advertising our services? You know...maybe put a sign out front to let 'em know that a new guild is in town." His spectral appendage goes about refilling his cup and refreshes Evereth's. "Maybe we can grab a bit of lunch at the Crescent Sun. I hear there may be people there in need of some tasks being done."

Kara walks down to join Folzi and Evereth. "Good morning. I trust you slept well."

"Ah, I suppose so.."

     Evereth kindly sips his tea after having it refilled by the spectral hand with the slightest frown on his face.

"Let us eye a few of the listings and meet up with everyone at the Crescent Sun to discuss our options then, yes?"

     As Kara walks down to join the group, Evereth sits up a bit, correcting his posture.

"Well met, Kara! Like an angel."

     Evereth then stands excitedly from his seat just quickly enough to push the chair back a bit across the floor.

"We were just about to head out, would you like to join us?"

"Of course. I shall let the people gaze upon my monstrous form and be amazed." A wry smile flicks across Kara's face.

"What's the matter, Goldie? This thing won't hurt you." The gnome makes the hand disappear. The now invisible hand picks up a linen napkin on the table and winds it up. Folzi gives his friend a wink, "At least not too much." The napkin snaps at the upper thigh of the eladrin. "Haha!"

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He quickly hops up from the table attempting to avoid any reprisal. "Save me, Kay!" he calls to the hobgoblin that emerged from the hall.

"Are you being attacked by this beautiful elf here, Folzi? Shall I obliterate him from the face of this earth?" Kara enunciates each word forcefully through her sharp teeth, a relic of the goblin tongue.

    There is a quick snap! As the napkin whips against his leg.

"No no, no need for that! Why.. of course not! We were just about to finish our tea, weren't we, Folzi?"

     Evereth says, as he rubs the area of contact from the napkin. He then grins widely as he motions for Folzi to sit down and finish his tea, trying to stifle a laugh as he subtly casts Prestidigitation over his drink to give it the taste of drinking pure salt.

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Folzi suspiciously looks at his friend, then smiles and walks over to the table. "Sure, I suppose we were." He snatches up his tea cup and brings it to his lips. However, before he takes a drink the gnome quickly tosses its contents over his shoulder. "Haha! You can't fool me, silly bard. I'm the trickster here." He sticks out his hand to Esvele as an offer of a truce. "Let us go find some lunch and maybe a job for the guild," he says looking to both Evereth and Kara. 

     With a snap of his fingers, Evereth laughs,

"Almost had you, friend. Maybe next time!"

     He takes a last sip from his drink and prepares to leave. Brushing off any dirt and dust from his clothes quickly.

"Lead the way, Folzi."