34 Reception Hall (1/2)
Standing at the very halls of the Warrior's Guild, Gray marvels at the sight in deep awe of the fortress' eye-catching interiors as depicted by the grand size.
The first thing that the Elf took notice upon entering is a majestic hall that makes most of the inside of the Guild. A long red carpet grace upon the pair down below, emphasizing a clear path for anyone to take which leads to the reception hall right in front.
There are also numerous gray-colored statues on top of their respective pedestals depicting Warrior figures in almost every corner of the place, each made of stone which has been shaped and carved to assemble a perfect three-dimensional shape that represents the said individuals. No expense certainly has been spared to emphasize each bit of the detail especially in their respective armor and weapons being held by the figures. No doubt, the sculptures are only crafted by a master sculptor of no equal, each characteristic and artistic elements poured passionately with the blood, heart, and soul.
One statue, in particular, caught Gray's utmost attention as he could not help but be drawn by the figure of a dashing Elven Warrior standing tall and proud. The figure is shown to be male, having long hair and a handsome face. He is equipped with a set of lean plate armor of intricate design and a thin sword with runic patterns engraved in the blade.
”Ah in case you are wondering, the statues that you see all around you represents the previous Guild Masters, the greatest Warriors in history that has ever graced in the whole land of Silverhart.” Gray heard Isamu speaking proudly from behind. ”But this hero is the most extraordinary of them all. Who you are looking right now is the first-ever Guild Master, the Elven Hero and savior of the Old Era, Nevarath Eilfaren. He is the hero all Warrior, no… all individual regardless of class and race aspires to be, the same person who ended the blight of the Demon God, Xaz'vernok and his infernal conquest of conquering all of the lands.”
Gray merely nods in acknowledgment, turning his head below to look at the word inscriptions being depicted on the tablet that's being shown on the statue's pedestal.
[Out of the Old Era, the age before the beginning of the years, arise the most legendary heroic figure, the one who ended Xaz'vernok's terrible darkness that plague the entire land, Nevarath, his very actions inspiring the hearts of future heroes to come.]
Satisfied about learning a piece of this land's history, Gray acknowledges in content as he and Isamu turn to leave the statue but not before the former giving it a final look.
Going about as they delve further inside the Guild, Gray notices in delightful wonder at how the surrounding area is clean and well-maintained, marked by the dedication of the servants in keeping the hallways tidy as well as the orderliness and self-control of the building's occupants with regards to littering.
Throughout the vicinity, Warriors from every background and race are shown to be all around the area, with most of them being gathered at a nearby notice board in an orderly manner somewhere at the left corner, no doubt looking for potential quest or contracts for them to get their hands at.
The peace inside the hall is truly a testament of the Guild's discipline in upholding oneself in their actions, shown by the members' upright posture, regimented upbringing, and proper decorum, akin to the standards set militarily.
Indeed, Gray also observes Isamu beside him showing the same demeanor of stern stiffness, pretty much in contrast to his outgoing personality back when they are outside.
'I guess there are some rules to be followed here.' Were the thoughts of the Elf upon seeing the tranquil setting of the place inside. 'I kind of expected a roughhousing band of mercenaries who enjoys the thrill of fighting the moment when I entered the place, but I guess I was mistaken.'
As they kept on walking and following the carpet's path, the two halted on their steps upon arriving at the reception hall as they find themselves in front of a wooden counter with an attractive Elven woman behind performing the various administrative tasks of the Guild.
Indeed, the Elf could not shy his eyes away from how beautiful said woman is. She has natural long blonde hair with adoring green eyes that anyone could not resist but peer in its absolute enchant. The woman wears a sleeved green dress with gold star ornaments to add to its aestheticism.
”Oh my, it's little Isamu.” The Elven woman greets welcomingly at the Cat-folk, obviously in familiar terms with him as depicted by her way of friendly speaking. ”Back from the contract, am I correct?”
”Yes, ma'am.” The Cat-folk answered with a relaxed smile of his own. ”I'm here to report the details to the Guild Master in person.”
”I see.” The Elven woman nods in understanding as her eyes shifted to the Cat-folk's companion in curiosity. Then she inquires Isamu about the Mage. ”And who's this young man accompanying you?”
”This is my new friend, Gray Allister.” Isamu happily introduces the Elven Mage. ”I had the pleasure of meeting him while on the performance of my mission. He also has some business here in the guild.”
”A pleasure, ma'am.” Gray bows down his head in respect with a smile.
”Charmed.” The woman smirks as she as well introduces herself to Gray. ”My name is Shael Tyrvaris, the resident receptionist of the Warrior's Guild.”