Arrivals group 2

Full list... Hm... No. There are a few others. Lets see. There is the Warriors Guild. Hunters and Thieves but I mentioned those... Oh, and the Dread knights... As he spoke the young man lowered the fingers on his left hand, one by one, like he was checking off a list. Of course neither of them would know his thoughts. His only hope was that they wouldn't try to leave while he was distracted. There is the paladins but you know about that one. The only other two are the priests and mages guild. One, two, three... our... ive...... seven... Yup, that's all of them! After double checking his math he was confident that was all the guilds present here in the city.



"Warriors, the guild I ended joining..." That is one question answered. "Hunter, Thieves, Dread Knights, Priests, Mages and the Paladins. Yup!" And another one down. Now locations, that would be tough. At one point he knew where all of them were located but after deciding on a guild that information became irrelevant but he was confident still. "The two nearest... The Priests and Paladins tend to stay close since they train with the churches. So the Priests guild is close. Dread knights, oddly enough, can be found just a few minutes away. Just a few turns here and there, you can't miss it. The Warriors and Hunters guilds will take some time reach and the Thieves guild, well, that's tough. I believe you can find that group of shadows under a large tree. They usually find you rather than you finding them. Oh, the Mages, just like the Warriors and Hunters, will require a short tour through the city..." With that out of the way he turned on his heels and to figure the best routes should they ask to visit one of the other Guilds.

"...... Priests and Dread Knights, those two would be your best bet... Lets see, I believe they are... that way and... No! Its over that way... Just let me know which one you want to go to! I'll lead the way and I can even answer a few of your other questions along the way. Sound like a plan?" Now looking over his shoulder, Sebastian gave them a thumbs up. A way to let them know that he's got this. He probably looked pretty cooool. "And all of this, free of charge... N- not that I ever planned on charging either of you for this! Promise!" And then he started to panic again. Waving his arms around like a fool. All that bravado, out the window.

"You said you're part of the Warriors' Guild? I wouldn't mind checking them out."

Of all the options that the energetic man had listed, that was the guild that stood out to Wayland. Hunters, Thieves, and Priests all registered as rather mundane in his mind, bordering on civilian. Dread Knights, Mages, and Paladins, on the other hand, had a sort of otherworldliness to them, like they weren't something you would usually see walking around. Warriors, however, painted a clear picture in his mind: a fighter on the frontlines, freely giving and shedding blood for the sake of others. That felt like something he could easily see himself as. Something he could easily do.

He looked towards the sun again, holding four fingers horizontally under it and closing one eye. "Hm, we could probably make it there and back with time to spare, as long as it isn't too far away." He turned back towards the man, giving him an nod to encourage him to start leading the way. "I'm Wayland by the way, and this is Yasmin."

Yasmin shakes her head; "That's clearly not the case for the questions I asked that've been dodged so far. We didn't even get who all this is set up to fight out of him, let alone any of the whys I could get him not having any knowledge of himself... Honestly with him it felt more like he had some kind of grudge against the people who appeared in the tower..."

Then they realise they let slip a lot more of their thoughts than they'd intended to, so she quickly adds; "I have the rest of tonight, and tomorrow, to visit all of them and get the information for the others, that's plenty of time."

What Yasmin said would have to wait. Between the two, she seems to be the most bent out of shape but maybe she is still just frustrated with the conversation she had with Paladins guild leader. Either way, she would have to come to terms with the whole situation on her own, no amount of reasoning would sway her otherwise. Although...

"......Hm? Um... I- I think I understand what you are asking..." Yeah, Wayland was just as intense in his own way. "From what I have learned there are a variety of creatures outside the city walls. Goblins... these wolf like creatures. Even the undead, believe it or not. Humans in general share a common enemy so there is no need for infighting but I suppose the thought isn't too far-fetched. And yes, we are outnumbered. Apparently. The reason the volunteer army exists is because the main bulk of their military force is out fighting on the front lines. The rest of us fight to keep the enemy, behind the city, from getting any closer. Morale here is just fine, the people live their lives as best they can but for those who go out and fight... lets just say the turnover rate for volunteers is high. Yup. As for the enemy... Couldn't tell you." Hopefully those answers would suffice because that is all he knew.

"That is why I tell you to fight. I know it must be getting annoying, that word. Fight. If it helps then look at it this way. Use this city and its people to get stronger. When you are strong enough then leave this city and seek out the answers rather than ask around only to get scoffed at."

"Huh." With his questions sufficiently answered, Wayland went back to his usual stoic self, content to just walk and listen in on the conversation for the time being. I assumed that we'd be fighting other humans, not… goblins and undead. Hm, but why is that? For some reason, the notion felt strange to him. Something about it just didn't sound right, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was. Maybe goblins and undead had been his allies before? That would explain why the idea of fighting them felt unnatural in his mind, right?

As Sebastian continued speaking, however, Wayland found himself disagreeing with him. Fight wasn't annoying. It was actually quite the opposite. Being told to fight was one of the only things that made perfect sense to him since waking up. Honestly, even if he hadn't been told to fight by nearly everyone they had encountered so far, he still would have done it anyways just out of force of habit.

After a few more turns down cobbled streets and a couple of detours down alleyways filled with crates and barrels, Wayland found his gaze drifting back towards the sun. The city was bigger than he had initially expected, but something about the sudden shift in locale made him think that they were closing in on their objective. Less and less people wearing normal clothing appeared in the streets, now replaced by gruff looking guards and armored soldiers. The brightly colored market stalls and jubilant taverns had given way to slate-gray smithies and Frontier Army barracks. No longer did the sounds of merrymaking and haggling ring through the streets, but instead the incessant clang of metal-on-metal and the disciplined march of boot-on-stone.

Despite the harsh environment, in a roundabout way Wayland felt more at ease here than he had elsewhere in the city. "This must be the general army's district. Is the Warriors' Guild nearby? I would've thought they'd want to be further away from any volunteers, given the way the Paladin leader had spoken about us."

Wayland nodded at Sebastian's question. Quite a few things he had said since opening his eyes in the tower hadn't seemed to make much sense. He had just sort of... spoken them, like it was second nature. "Mm, it happens pretty often actually. And I only woke up a few hours ago... Good to know it doesn't go away." The final sentence was spoken with clear sarcasm--at least, in his own mind it was--but neither his tone of voice nor his facial expression gave it away, both remaining set and dry as before.

It took him no longer than a second to internalize the directions to the Warrior's Guild, although they had been pretty simple, after which he set off immediately, giving the group another nod and a, "This won't take long." before departing.

Straight. Left around this building. Straight again... And a final left. Hm, I guess this must be it then. The building in front of Wayland was pretty unassuming, about the same amount as the Paladins' Guild had been, which made some sort of sense. It blended in well with its militaristic environment. For all he knew it could have just been another Frontier Army building. The thought lingered in his mind for a moment, but ultimately he brushed it aside, instead deciding to trust Sebastian's word. He promptly made his way inside, ever cognizant of the time, and searched out whoever was in charge of applications around here.

Being left alone with a stranger was never an experience Yasmin enjoyed, but today had been plenty exhausting on the socialising front, and that was only counting from the start of the afternoon. Without the energy to really argue, Yasmin nods; "What've you got together, in the time you've been here?"

Their new companion was definitely an odd sort, but he had been genuinely helpful so far... Slowly, as they wait for Wayland to sort out his guild membership, she relaxes a little, leaning against a nearby wall. Deciding to indulge her curiosity while they wait, she adds; "Why'd you pick the warriors, anyway?"

The lack of eye contact doesn't bother Yasmin at all, she just sits down nearby and listens as his story outlined the horrors she had instinctively acted to avoid earlier that evening. At the end of the tale, she lets out a disappointed and frustrated sigh; "I'm glad I more or less figured out that's how that'd go upfront, but I hate the fact that they're doing all this to force us down this path. We had no choice in this, and being treated with apathy at best and open cruelty at worst is just... so wrong, it's deeply infuriating."

Reaching one hand up to the stars, she looks up at the sky and sighs before dropping it back to her side; "No idea if I'll be able to change it, but I want to do that, eventually."

The picture Wayland had in his mind of the Warriors' Guild leader was a carbon copy of Jeforan--as he had just learned was the golden man's name--but perhaps even more grizzled and taciturn. Maybe with a scar somewhere on their face too, for some added grit. The idea wasn't wholly unwelcomed; being in a profession like this, sometimes that was exactly what a leader had to be. Cold. Strict. Impersonal. Wayland understood that on a deep level, even if he didn't know how he knew.

That picture was shattered into pieces when he actually met the Warriors' Guild leader. She was rather small--daresay, cutesy--in size, and her mannerisms were almost overly cheerful. The sudden whiplash left Wayland silent, but luckily he didn't have much to say anyways. He had every intention of making this a quick and painless interaction from the get-go.

The next noise made by him was the pleasant jingle of eight silver coins on the desk. "Here, Commander. My payment." He took a step back, stopping his arm halfway through some forgotten salute. "I can't start now though. I have to help the others that woke up here with me first. Once that's finished, I'll be right back."

With that he gave a parting nod to the woman and retraced his steps back to where he left Yasmin and Sebastian, finding them just at the end of a conversation.