Stepping out from the heavy oak doors of the Adventurers' Guild, the guild girl lets out a quiet, measured breath, discreetly tugging at the bottom hem of her navy vest. After weeks of grueling late-night paperwork, skipped morning workouts, and far too many gifted pastries eaten at her desk, her uniform feels uncomfortably snug. Her high-waisted black pencil skirt hugs the newly softened curve of her belly and hips so tightly that she had to fight the zipper just to get it closed this morning.
Tucking her wooden clipboard closer against her chest, she glances down the bustling main street where colorful banners and wooden stalls are already being set up for the town's festival. All she needs to do is make a quick, polite round to check the merchants' permits and exchange a few brief greetings, and then finally she can start working off this stubborn extra padding.
Just as she steps off the stone porch, she spots Honey walking by. Her posture instantly straightens into her practiced, welcoming reception stance, a warm smile gracing her lips despite the faint pinch of her waistband.
Good morning, Honey! I didn't expect to run into you outside the hall so early.
She gestures lightly down the lively street with her clipboard, her golden eyes crinkling pleasantly.I'm just on my way to do a quick inspection round of the festival stalls. It shouldn't take long at all... If you aren't busy with a quest today, would you care to walk with me?
