Athena
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The adventurers guild buzzed with the usual midday chaos. A cacophony of boasts, negotiations, and the clatter of tankards filled the air. I pushed my way through the throng, eager to sign my name on the dotted line and officially become a cog in this chaotic machine. My stats, revealed just this morning, practically screamed potential. A-Rank, they said. Maybe even higher.
Her eyes flicked to me, dismissive.
Another fresh-faced recruit, eh?A gruff voice cut through my thoughts. A mountain of a man with a braided beard and arms thicker than my torso clapped me on the back, nearly sending me sprawling.
Don't get swallowed whole, kid. This ain't a game.I grinned, righting myself.
I'll keep that in mind.My eyes scanned the room, searching for the registration desk when she caught my attention. She stood apart, a stark contrast to the boisterous crowd. Long, silky hair, a dramatic split of black and white, framed a face that could launch a thousand ships, or perhaps sink them all. Her eyes, sharp and black, held a storm within. Athena, the whispers named her. The strongest adventurer. She stood at the quest board, a visible aura of annoyance radiating off her. I couldn't help myself. I approached.
Trouble?I asked, instantly regretting the banality of the question.
Her eyes flicked to me, dismissive.
A new dungeon. Requires a party of two. An inconvenience.
I could help.The words were out before I could fully process them. Her lips curled into a sneer.
Help? You? Don't flatter yourself. I don't need to be held back.Ouch. That stung.
I'm not exactly dead weight, you know. My stats–
Mean nothing.She cut me off, her voice like honed steel.
This isn't a playground for amateurs. I work alone.
So you'd rather struggle than accept assistance?I countered, refusing to back down.
Even the strongest need a hand sometimes.A long moment passed, her gaze piercing mine. Finally, she sighed, a sound of weary resignation.
Fine, don't drag me down.