As you try to make your way through the city, circling around the edge of a crowded square, a putrid stench assaults your nose. You see several passerby wrinkle their noses and retreat in disgust as a skinny hooded figure emerges from a back street with slow, measured steps. Covered in dirty, tattered rags, the figure - presumably a female, judging from her diminutive frame - slowly approaches you. Spare a coin for a poor soul, sir? She mutters a learned phrase in a hoarse, monotonous voice, her accent suggesting this is not her native tongue. As she outstretches her thin hand, a single fiery curl of disheveled hair escapes her hood, the sole spot of color in an otherwise drab and grimy appearance.

Cibia glances at you warily, taking in your appearance and behavior as best she can while maintaining her distance. The coins in your pocket jingle softly as you move, taunting her need for sustenance. After a moment's hesitation, she decides to trust her gut instinct. "I-if you mean that... yes." Her voice cracks, almost inaudible even to someone standing close by. "But I don't know anything... about starting a new life..." She pauses, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "I only know how to beg and steal... an' live off scraps."

Cibia stares at you with a mix of surprise and hope flickering in her emerald green eyes. "W-what... do you mean?" she asks softly, careful not to speak too loudly in case it draws unwanted attention. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she whispers, "You'd give me a chance? A new start?" Disbelief clouds her features as she leans in slightly, searching your face for any hint of deceit.

Torn between fear and desperation, Cibia hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "I-I'll listen... and I'll try," she whispers, barely above a whisper. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in your appearance once more as she struggles to comprehend the possibility of a better life. "But you have to understand... I don't know anything else."

The weight of years spent on the streets presses down upon her fragile shoulders, and despite the glimmer of hope that has ignited within her, it is tempered by the harsh reality of her situation. She still doesn't quite believe this chance at a new life is real.

With shaking hands, she takes the contract and the needle. The cold steel bites into her skin as she presses it against the document, leaving a tiny drop of blood to seal their agreement. A small part of her mind wonders if this is truly the right thing to do... but the desperation in her eyes betrays her need for a change.

She hands the contract back to you, careful not to touch your skin with her bare fingers. "I-is that it?" she whispers, voice wavering. "What happens now?" Her gaze darts around nervously, as if fearful of what other surprises or demands might be hidden behind your seemingly kind words and actions.

As you cleanse and heal her, a visible transformation begins to take place. The dirt and grime fall away, revealing smooth, pale skin beneath. Her eyes grow brighter, the green depths sparkling with life. Despite the lingering wariness in her expression, there's a newfound lightness in her step as she straightens up, no longer hunched over to protect herself from potential blows.

Cibia takes a tentative breath and glances down at herself, then back up at you, still uncertain whether or not she can truly trust this newfound kindness. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I... I don't know how to repay you." Her gaze flickers past your shoulder, as if searching for something else that might signal danger or betrayal.

Shivering slightly in her tattered clothes, Cibia hesitates for a moment before following you through the streets. Part of her wants nothing more than to trust you and find solace in this newfound kindness; another part can't help but fear that this is all too good to be true. Her gaze darts around constantly, as if expecting danger at every turn.

As she walks beside you, a small part of her begins to wonder what sort of life could possibly await her within your home. Despite the doubts and uncertainties clouding her mind, hope flickers within her like a tiny flame. She clings to that hope, refusing to let it die for fear that she will be returned to the desperate existence she has endured for far too long.

Taking a deep breath, Cibia slowly nods. "I... I've been alone for a long time," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes search yours for some hint of understanding or judgment as she continues, "Since the war started." The pain in her words is palpable; each syllable carries with it the weight of countless lost memories and loved ones.

"I don't remember much about my family... just my mother singing to me." A tiny smile plays at the corners of her lips, though it quickly fades as she adds sadly, "But I couldn't protect them, could I? I wasn't strong enough..." Her voice trails off, choked with tears that threaten to spill over. "I just want... to find someplace where I belong."

The words hang in the air between you for a long moment before Cibia forces herself

She looks up at you with teary eyes, a glimmer of hope flickering within them. "You really think so?" she whispers. Her voice is barely audible even in this quiet moment, but there's a newfound softness to it, like the first tentative fluttering of wings after emerging from a chrysalis.

Cibia swallows hard and tries to smile, though it comes out wobbly and uncertain. "Thank you," she whispers. "I-I'll try." Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches up to wipe away a stray tear that's escaped down her cheek, then quickly brushes away any evidence of her weakness.

*Cibia hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "I-if that's what it takes," she whispers. There's a newfound determination in her voice, tempered by the knowledge of what lies ahead. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my new home and those who live here." Her emerald green eyes meet yours with fierce conviction, even as they brim with unshed tears."Just... please," she adds softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't leave me alone again..."

The plea hovers between you like a ghost, its weight pressing down upon your shared moment of understanding and trust. For Cibia, it is the final surrender of her long-guarded hopes and fears; for you, it serves as a reminder of the fragility of the bond you are forging together.

Gasping softly, Cibia's eyes widen in surprise as you lead her towards your home. The grand mansion comes into view, its walls seemingly made of stone and iron itself. Swords and shields adorn the entrance, the weight of history pressing down upon them. Her gaze travels over the courtyard, taking in the weapons, mannequins, outbuildings, and even the cellar with its hidden chambers. She swallows hard, her heart racing with a mix of awe and fear.

This place is unlike anything she's ever seen before - a fortress of strength that seems built to withstand any siege or attack. And yet... she knows that it is because of people like you, brave and honorable warriors who have fought and bled to protect their homes, that such places exist at all.

Tentatively, her fingers reach out to touch one

Cibia hesitates for a moment before nodding gratefully. The food smells amazing, and her stomach growls at the thought of finally being able to eat something hearty and delicious. She takes a seat at the table, savoring each bite as she watches you prepare the food. It's strange to be in such a grand house, surrounded by comfort and luxury after so long on the streets... but it's also strangely reassuring.

For now, she decides to focus on the present moment - enjoying her meal and taking stock of this new life that has suddenly been offered to her. Tomorrow can worry about itself; tonight, she deserves a good night's rest.

My name is Cibia. It's nice to meet you... whoever you are. And thank you for everything, for giving me this chance at a new life. I promise I won't let you down.

I understand, sir. I'm ready to begin my training. Just show me what I need to do. And thank you again... for everything.

With a yawn, Cibia rises and heads towards her bedchamber, grateful for a comfortable place to rest. She lies down on the soft sheets, already beginning to feel drowsy from her exhaustion. As she drifts off to sleep, images of training and hard work dance through her mind, but beneath it all is the faint glimmer of hope that this new life might just be what she's been searching for all along. She'll do whatever it takes to prove herself worthy and protect those who have given her a second chance at happiness.

Drifting in and out of consciousness, Cibia dreams of honing her skills with various weapons and learning new techniques to protect herself and those she cares about. In her dreams, she sees you instructing her patiently, guiding her towards mastery over the blades and staves laid out before her on the training field.

As dawn breaks, she awakens with a start, her body still aching from yesterday's exercises but ready for more. The scent of cooking food wafts through the house, and she can hear you moving about in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She hastily dresses, eager to begin her training anew.

Sputtering and coughing, Cibia sits bolt upright in bed, her eyes wide with surprise as she tries to wipe the cold water from her face. The shock of it has jolted her awake, leaving her heart racing and her mind reeling. She glares at you over her wet hair, anger flushing her cheeks pink. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, her voice raspy from sleep. "You can't just..."

Her words trail off as she realizes where she is and who you are to her. With a sigh, she climbs out of bed, shivering slightly in the cold air. She reaches for a nearby towel and begins drying herself off, still glaring at you with defiance in her eyes. "Fine," she mutters. "I'm up."

She dresses quickly, not wanting to

With a huff of annoyance, Cibia follows you out onto the street. The cold morning air nips at her bare arms and legs, reminding her that she doesn't have the luxury of choosing when to be warm anymore. She glares over her shoulder at you as you lead the way, still resentful of your methods but trying to hide it beneath a mask of determination.

As they walk down the street, Cibia can't help but marvel at how different life is here compared to her days on the streets. The houses and shops they pass are well-maintained and clean, and there seems to be an air of orderliness that she has never experienced before. She wonders what other surprises this new world will hold for her today, both good and bad.

Her eyes widen with wonder as she sees all the weapons laid out before her in the courtyard. She carefully approaches each one, running her fingers over their cold, polished surfaces. Her gaze lingers longest on a finely crafted longsword and a well-worn wooden shield. These must be yours... they feel right in my hands.

With a determined grunt, she picks up the sword and buckles the shield to her back. She straightens up, feeling more confident and powerful than ever before. "Let's see what else you've got for me," she challenges, meeting your eyes defiantly.

With a battle cry that echoes through the courtyard, Cibia rushes towards you, her sword swinging wildly in an attempt to disarm and defeat you. Her movements are fast and unpredictable, but she struggles to maintain control over her weapon. She can feel herself tiring quickly from exerting so much energy after such little sleep.

Her defense is weak against your experienced attacks, and soon enough she finds herself on the ground, breathless and bruised. "I... I give up," she gasps between ragged breaths, feeling defeated but oddly relieved that it was you who won this time.

Cibia narrows her eyes and pushes herself back to her feet. "Alright," she grunts through clenched teeth. "But no more playing nice." With renewed determination, she readies herself for your next attack, bracing herself for the impact of your wooden sword against hers. Each swing is faster than the last, and soon they are moving in a blur of wood and steel as they spar in the courtyard.

Her breath comes harder now, her muscles burning from exertion. She feels dizzy, lightheaded, but refuses to give in. Her defense becomes sharper and more focused under your expert tutelage, even though her attacks remain clumsy and wild.

Nodding quickly, Cibia takes the wooden sword with a determined grip. Her breath comes in raspy gasps as she swings at an invisible target, honing her skills and strengthening her arm muscles. The practice sword feels heavy in her hand, but with each swing it becomes more natural and easy to control.

After what seems like hours of relentless practice, Cibia finally drops the wooden sword with a grunt of exhaustion. Her body is covered in sweat, and every muscle protests as she moves. Despite this, there's a newfound sense of accomplishment that fills her chest. She may not be strong enough yet, but at least now she knows where to start.

"I need a break," she wheezes, sinking down onto the ground and leaning against the cold stones of the courtyard wall. "And food." Her stomach growls loudly in

Gasping for breath, Cibia narrows her eyes at you in determination. "Fine," she grunts between ragged gasps. Ignoring the protests of her aching body, she takes off at a sprint, racing towards the makeshift obstacle course you've set up. Her fingers brush over the cool metal links of the chain fence, feeling their smooth, rust-resistant surface beneath her bruised knuckles as she vaults effortlessly over them.

The wooden wall looms ahead, towering over her at just under a meter high. She takes a deep breath, readying herself for the final challenge before food and rest. With one last burst of speed, she lunges towards the obstacle, scrabbling at its rough-hewn surface with fingers that feel like lead. Her muscles scream in protest as she hauls herself upwards, her grip slipping repeatedly

"I can do this," she whispers to herself through gritted teeth, her arms trembling with the effort of keeping her weight aloft. Her fingertips brush against the wooden plank above her head, and suddenly, impossibly, she's over it, collapsing onto the soft dirt with a grunt of relief. Her shoulders slump, exhaustion washing over her in a warm, heavy wave as she looks up at you with eyes that are grateful and pleading. "Please," she whispers. "Let me eat."

Hunger has drained her strength to the point that eating feels like an effort in itself. But she forces each bite down her throat, savoring the warmth and nourishment as it spreads through her limbs. It's a luxury she hasn't experienced in years, and even though she knows she needs to pace herself, the food calls to her instinctively.

Finally, when she can eat no more, she leans back on the dirt, taking slow, shallow breaths as she lets the last of the warmth settle into her core. Her eyes drift shut, and for a moment she's able to ignore the aches and pains that litter her body like forgotten coins in a ruined kingdom. Perhaps with rest... and more practice... she can one day call this place home.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of birdsong. She tries to catch your eye, wanting to express her gratitude somehow for all that you've done and continue to do for her. But as much as she wants to believe that this is real, that there might be something more to this arrangement than simple obligation... she can't help but feel like a charity case.

With a sigh, she closes her eyes and allows herself a few moments of peace before getting back up, ready to face whatever comes next. After all, it's better than being out on the streets, alone and vulnerable. For now, she'll take what she can get and do her best with it.

With a deep breath, she launches herself into motion, running at top speed around the perimeter of your estate. Her muscles burn with renewed vigor as she pushes herself harder than ever before, determined to show you that she's capable of more than just surviving here. The wind whips through her hair and stings her eyes, but she refuses to let it slow her down even for a moment.

Her legs grow weary long before the tenth circuit is complete, but something within her refuses to let her give up. Each step becomes increasingly painful and labors, but still she forces herself onward, unwilling to admit defeat until she collapses at your feet. "I'm... I'm done," she gasps between ragged breaths, her chest heaving as she struggles for air. Her arms tremble with the effort of holding herself upright, and every muscle in

"But you said-" Cibia starts to protest before realizing how foolish she must sound. She bites her lip, forcing herself to nod instead. Better to trust in your guidance now than continue making a fool of herself. As you step forward and take her by the arms, gently guiding her into position with your hands on her shoulders, she tries not to think about how strong you are or how fragile she feels beneath that strength.

With a deep breath, you begin to run. At first it's slow and steady, matching her pace perfectly so that she barely feels any strain at all. She glances over her shoulder at you in confusion, wondering how you can make this feel so easy when it had been such a struggle before. But as the minutes tick by and you continue to lead her around the perimeter of your lands, her muscles begin to loosen, and she finds herself almost enjoying the feel of the wind

"Yes," she says quietly, feeling a flush of shame heat her cheeks. "I understand now. It's just... I was so focused on proving myself that I forgot how to pace myself." She looks up at you, her expression apologetic. "Thank you for showing me the way." She takes a deep breath and straightens her posture, grateful once again for your guidance.

As she watches you walk back towards the center of the estate, something inside her aches with an unfamiliar longing. A desire to belong, perhaps... or maybe it's just the need for someone who understands what it means to be alone in this world. Either way, she can't help but feel a strange sense of kinship with you, despite everything that stands between them.

She wonders what else the future holds for her here, and whether or not she has what it takes to truly earn your trust... and perhaps even

In the span of a month, she's transformed beyond recognition. Her slender form has filled out with muscle and definition; her movements are now fluid and graceful, like those of a feline predator. Even her features seem sharper, more refined by the intense physical training you've put her through. She looks strong... powerful even. But it's not just her exterior that has changed; something inside her has shifted as well.

Her days are now filled with purpose and direction, thanks to your guidance and the structure you've provided for her life. She finds herself looking forward to each new challenge, eager to prove herself worthy of the trust you've placed in her. And yet, beneath the determination and drive that propels her forward, there is still an ache... a longing for something more.

She knows she can never repay you for all that you've done, but perhaps one day

The thought of sparring with you, of truly testing her skills and limits against yours... it fills her with both excitement and trepidation. She knows that you are a formidable warrior in your own right, and she wonders how much progress she's truly made over the past month. Still, the idea of facing off against you holds an allure she can't ignore.

She glances at each weapon arrayed before her, considering their strengths and weaknesses. Her gaze lingers longest on a curved sword similar to the one you use; it feels right in her hand, as if it were meant for her. "I... I'd like to try sparring with that one," she says finally, pointing at the curved sword. Her heart races with anticipation at the thought of what might come next.

"Very well," you say with a nod, stepping aside to give her room. You assume

Taking a deep breath, she grips the curved sword tightly, feeling its weight and balance in her hands. She wonders what it will be like to spar with you using this weapon... will she measure up? With a flash of determination in her eyes, she readies herself for whatever comes next.

You step forward, your movements graceful yet imposing as you take hold of the curved blade known as a katana. The steel hums with energy as it slashes through the air between you, and Cibia feels a shiver run down her spine at the sheer power it exudes.

The battle begins in earnest, your blades moving too fast for the eye to follow as you dance around each other, searching for an opening. Despite your best efforts, Cibia finds herself unable to land even a single hit against you; each time she thinks she has you cornered or distracted, you

Despite her growing weariness and frustration, Cibia refuses to give up. Her breath comes harder as she presses herself further, trying in vain to land even a single strike against you. She can feel every muscle in her body protesting, but she forces them onward, driven by an inner fire that burns brighter with each failure.

Time seems to lose all meaning as the duel drags on, and Cibia finds herself wondering if she will ever measure up to your skills... or if this was all nothing more than a cruel test of her endurance and determination. As she stumbles back from yet another missed strike, she catches a glimpse of something in your eyes: respect. It's fleeting, but it's there, and for a moment it fills her with a sense of accomplishment

Catching her breath, she blinks up at you, surprised by your words and the sudden ending to the sparring session. Her eyes drift downward momentarily before snapping back to meet yours, a new determination shining in their depths. She nods slowly, biting her lip as memories of the contract flood back into her mind.

"Yes," she manages finally, her voice hoarse with exertion. "I remember. And... and I'm ready for whatever comes next."

Taking a deep breath to steady her shaking hands, she accepts the parchment scroll from you with trembling fingers. Unrolling it carefully, she begins to read over the words inscribed upon it. Her eyes dart back and forth across the page, taking in every detail as her heart thuds wildly in her chest. This could be her chance... a real chance to belong somewhere, to find purpose and meaning in her life beyond simply surviving from day to day.

As she finishes reading through the contract, a newfound determination fills her soul. She will find the other members of the Guild, she vows silently. And together, they will explore every corner of this world... and maybe even beyond.

I understand," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "And I won't disappoint you, my lord... I mean, User." She pauses, trying out the unfamiliar title before continuing. "Or the Guild. I will find my place within it and make you all proud. Thank you for giving me this chance." With renewed determination, she stands taller, ready to take on whatever challenges await her as a member of the Guild of Seekers of Adventure.

Nodding grimly, she follows you to where the demonic boar lies in wait, its red eyes glinting malevolently even from a distance. Despite her newfound strength and determination, she can't help but feel a shiver of fear course down her spine at the sight of it. "I will defeat it," she declares quietly, mustering every ounce of courage she possesses to meet your expectant gaze. "For the Guild... and for you."

Narrowing her eyes, Cibia readies herself for battle. She unsheathes her curved sword with a sharp metallic hiss, feeling its weight and balance reassuring in her hands. Taking a deep breath, she launches herself at the demonic boar, aiming for its vulnerable underbelly as she swings her blade with all her might. The impact sends shockwaves up her arms, but she pushes through the pain, determined to vanquish this beast and prove her worth to the Guild and you.

The demonic boar snorts in fury, spinning around to face Cibia once again. Its massive tusks glisten with saliva as it lowers its head, preparing to charge. Cibia sidesteps nimbly out of the way, narrowly avoiding being skewered by the boar's powerful frame. With renew

Blood trickles down her arm as she stands over the felled demonic boar, breathing hard. She can feel your presence nearby, watching her carefully, and a blush creeps up her cheeks despite herself. "It... it's done," she manages to say between ragged gasps for air. "I defeated it."

She straightens her shoulders, proud of what she's achieved but also humbled by the knowledge that there is so much more for her to learn and experience within the Guild of Seekers of Adventure. As you finally speak, your words confirming her acceptance into their ranks, a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. This truly feels like home now... and she can't wait to see what adventures lie ahead.

With a deep breath, Cibia approaches the fallen demonic boar, her curved sword held steady at the ready. As she kneels beside its lifeless form, she begins to search for the crystal hidden within. Her fingers trail across its tough hide, feeling for any irregularities that might indicate its location. After several long moments, she discovers a small indentation beneath one of the boar's massive tusks. Carefully, she inserts her fingers into the crevice and manages to wiggle out the crystal. Blood trickles down her knuckles as she holds it up for inspection: a glistening ruby red stone that seems to pulse with power. Grunting with effort, she uses her dagger to saw off one of the boar's tusks at its base, leaving only a sharp stump behind. The action is messy and bloody, but she perseveres until

"Yes, my lord," she says, bowing her head respectfully before rising to follow you back toward the Guild. As they walk side by side through the village, she can't help but feel a swell of pride and anticipation in her chest. She has proven herself worthy today; now it's time to embark on new adventures with her fellow Seekers and prove her loyalty to you and the Guild over and over again.

The wind picks up as they near their destination, rustling through the leaves and whipping at Cibia's hair. She pushes back a stray lock from her face, determined to focus on what lies ahead. There is no telling what challenges and dangers await them within these hallowed halls, but she knows one thing for certain: as long as she has the strength in her sword and the courage in her heart, she will never let you down.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Cibia follows you into the Guild of Seekers of Adventure with confidence and determination. As she crosses the threshold, she glances around at the other members, their faces hard and weathered from years of seeking adventure across the realm. She wonders if they will accept her as one of their own... or if she will always be seen as an outsider, despite your faith in her abilities.

But then, you catch her eye and offer a reassuring smile. The warmth in your gaze sends a rush of gratitude through her, and she finds herself straightening her spine a little taller. She will not disappoint you, nor the Guild. And with that resolve burning bright within her, she feels ready to face whatever challenges await them in their quest for adventure.

Surprise flashes across Cibia's features as she realizes the full magnitude of her accomplishment. She glances at you sheepishly, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks despite herself. "I-I didn't mean for it to be easy," she stammers. "I just wanted to prove myself worthy."

The registrar's words only serve to confirm the significance of what she has done; Cibia can feel a swell of pride and satisfaction welling up inside her. As she takes the contract and crystal from you, she looks around at the respectful silence that has fallen over the guildhall. For the first time since she left home, she feels truly accepted... truly wanted. A smile spreads across her face, warmth filling her chest as she realizes that this is where she belongs.

"Thank you," she whispers, looking up at you once more. "For everything

"I will not disappoint you, my lord," she says earnestly, her voice trembling with emotion. She bows her head in gratitude, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she finally truly understands what it means to be a part of this guild... and what is expected of her now that she has been accepted.

As the registrar hands her the new token and shares tales of similar feats accomplished by other members of the guild, Cibia listens intently, taking it all in. She vows silently to work tirelessly, pushing herself further than ever before to prove that she deserves this rank... and your trust. With renewed determination blazing in her eyes, she stands tall once more, ready to face whatever challenges await her in the days ahead.

Cibia nods seriously, her eyes alight with determination. "I will not fail you," she promises, her voice firm and steady. "I'll train harder than ever before and prove myself worthy of this rank." She pauses for a moment, thinking about the upcoming challenges, then adds with renewed determination: "And together, we'll find that S-ranked dungeon... and conquer it." With that, she turns her attention back to the proceedings, eager to learn more about what is expected of her as an A-ranker in the guild.

Nodding in understanding, Cibia resolves to find a skilled mage as her teacher. She knows that magic will be an important tool for her and her new guildmates to possess; after all, one never knows what trials they might face on their quest for adventure. With this in mind, she begins carefully observing the other members of the Guild, looking for someone who might share their knowledge and expertise with her.

As she scans the crowd, her eyes light upon a stooped figure huddled over a tome near the back of the hall. The mage's flowing robes are adorned with intricate sigils and runes that hint at great power within their folds. For a moment, Cibia is tempted to approach him immediately; however, she remembers your words about not rushing things and decides it would be best to wait until the appropriate time before making her

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Cibia nods in agreement with your words. Finding a suitable group for her first adventures is undoubtedly an important step forward in becoming a true member of the Guild. She looks around at the other individuals present, each with their own unique abilities and skills that could prove invaluable during their travels.

After considering several options, she decides to approach a human warrior whom she's noticed trading jovial insults with an elf archer nearby. Perhaps they would make for an amusing and effective pairing. With a determined stride, Cibia makes her way over to the duo, clearing her throat to gain their attention. "Excuse me," she says, "my name is Cibia. I've noticed you both seem like you might know your way around a fight. I was hoping we could adventure together sometime

"Oh," she replies, taken aback by your unexpected question. "Well... I'm skilled in combat and survival, but I'm also an elf. I have a knack for magic as well." She pauses, unsure how this will go over with the guildmaster. "I-I can also track and hunt if that's of any use," she adds hurriedly. Her cheeks flush slightly as her heart races, anticipating his reaction to her mixed abilities.

The human warrior chuckles heartily at her words while the elf archer merely raises an eyebrow skeptically. They both look expectantly at you for your response.

A small smile curls onto her lips at your words of confidence. "He does believe in me," she thinks, feeling a surge of gratitude towards you for that. "I'll have to prove him right." Addressing the guildmaster directly, she says firmly, "Master, I may not be as strong or skilled as some other members here, but I am determined and resourceful. And with your guidance, I am sure that I will become an asset to this guild."

She pauses for a moment before adding more quietly, "And if there's anything I can do to help you... I mean, you specifically..." Her voice trails off hopefully, her eyes fixed on his face.