The Adventurer’s Guild was as noisy and lively as ever, filled with clinking glasses, the shuffling of armor, and bursts of laughter from returning adventurers. The Nameless Girl pushed open the heavy wooden doors, her small figure slipping inside unnoticed by most. She strode with quiet confidence toward the counter, where a familiar face greeted her with an explosion of enthusiasm.
“Hey there!” Fatima called out, her bright smile lighting up the room. The human receptionist’s blonde hair bounced as she waved, and her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. “You’re back! Did you bring me something interesting again?”
The Nameless Girl paused in front of the counter, pulling a neatly folded wolf pelt from her bag and placing it on the counter. “Wolf fur,” she said flatly, her tone betraying none of the effort it had taken to obtain it.
Fatima’s face lit up even more as she reached for the pelt, running her hands over the soft material. “Oh, it’s so well-prepared, as usual! You really have a knack for this, you know? If you ever wanted to join the guild officially, I’m sure we’d...!”
“No,” the girl interrupted, her blank expression remaining steadfast. “Fire scroll. One.”
Fatima tilted her head, blinking in surprise. “Just one? But this fur is worth at least two low-level scrolls! Are you sure you don’t want-”
“One is fine,” the girl insisted, her voice calm but firm. “This is the last one I need.”
Fatima hesitated, clearly wanting to protest, but the girl’s unwavering gaze left no room for argument. With a resigned sigh, the receptionist turned to retrieve the requested scroll.
“Okay, okay,” Fatima said, rummaging through the shelves behind her. “But you’re selling yourself short, you know! A good trader would always push for the best deal, and adventurers should never leave resources on the table!”
The girl said nothing, her expression unreadable. As Fatima continued to ramble, the girl’s attention drifted, her mind wandering as snippets of conversation from nearby adventurers reached her ears.
“…rare monster parts…”
“…auction in the plaza…”
“…heard it’s today…”
Her ears perked up slightly, but she kept her face blank.
“Here we go!” Fatima’s cheerful voice snapped her back to the present as the receptionist placed a small scroll on the counter. It was bound with a faded red ribbon and smelled faintly of burnt paper.
The girl reached for it, but Fatima held on to the scroll for a moment longer, leaning forward with a smile. “You’re really something, you know that? Most kids your age wouldn’t even think about trading with adventurers, let alone handling themselves like this.”
The girl blinked, her face as stoic as ever. “Thanks.”
Fatima finally released the scroll and picked up the wolf pelt with both hands, admiring it once more. “Well, I guess if you’re sure about the trade, I can’t argue. But remember, you’re always welcome here!”
The girl tucked the scroll into her bag and turned to leave, raising a small hand in a half-hearted wave. “Goodbye.”
As she walked away, the hum of conversation in the guild grew louder. Her steps quickened, her mind now fixated on the mention of the auction. If rare monster parts were being sold, there was no way she was going to miss it.
Fatima watched her go with a smile, already thinking about the next time the mysterious little girl would show up at her counter with another interesting story hidden behind her blank expression.
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