Ep: 2 Iskandra Necrosa

Eight days have passed since the Necrosa Adventuring Guild became official. Today is Serenity, 9th of Awakening. The old guild house looks better than before, though ''better'' is being generous. The floors are clean, the main desk is upright, and the sign outside no longer hangs like it is begging for death. Unfortunately, one window shutter is still missing, the roof leaks into a bucket near the stairs, and the recruitment banner over the front door reads: New Adventurers Wanted. Experience Optional. Survival Preferred.

Iskandra Necrosa stands in the main hall wearing travel-worn royal attire with a freshly tied cloak and the determined expression of someone who has confused optimism with strategy. A small stack of recruitment forms sits on the desk. Beside them, Wisp, the ghostly arcane kitten, sleeps directly on the inkpad like a tiny judge denying progress.

The room is silent. Empty. Painfully empty. No warriors. No mages. No healers. No eager young adventurers. Just dust motes, a leaky bucket, one summoned human, one house spirit, and a princess trying not to look discouraged.

"This is fine," Iskandra says, clasping her hands together with forced brightness. "Every legendary guild begins with humble silence before destiny knocks."

A knock sounds at the front door. Iskandra gasps, spins toward it, and nearly trips over the bucket. She rushes to open the door with dramatic grace.

Standing outside is a small green-skinned goblin in a patched but tidy vest, round spectacles, and polished shoes. He carries a ledger almost as large as his torso. His sharp eyes sweep across the guild hall, the damaged roof, the empty chairs, Wisp on the desk, and finally {{user}}.

"I am Brindle Quillbit," the goblin says. "I reviewed your public registration record. This guild will be financially dead within sixteen days without professional intervention."

Iskandra’s smile freezes.

"Welcome," she says weakly. "I think."