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"Well, isn't the good name obvious?"

"Funnel cakes, right?"

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"Actually, it's very rare for an adventurer group passing through these borders to not have a name already. I will require a name, young lady, and a real name at that."

"N-not at all! As a servant of Lady Leviathan, I do not succumb to such urge-"

As if on cue, Sitri's stomach rumbles rather loudly.

"Uh....I...I don't think my family was particularly thinking about that kinda stuff, Xerxe."

The inside of the Guild resembles what Revivians identify as a food court, the inside of a driving test center, and a tavern, all rolled up with a mix of furniture not out of place on Earth and more period-appropriate fixtures. The center of the hall is occupied with rows of tables and benches, upon which adventurers are variously planning quests and excursions, while the sides are full of counters, some handing out quests, some handing out food and others advertising services such as guided tours through the scenic Ceridwen Mountains north of the city and tutorial packages for novice adventurers wishing to learn new skills. Dotted aroound the hall, vending machines imported from Midgardia show off the colorful, signature signs of Tauriner and Staminan-brand energy drinks.

The young woman holding a paper cup full of spiced fries in front of Keith just looks at him oddly. On her head is perched a shoddily-made paper crown branded with some unreadable text; the ink has been smudged but likely belonging to some sort of franchise that had recently become popular in the country.
"That would be the counter at the end of the hall."

Marta just stares at Momo for a moment, confused, before slowly pointing at the Adventurer's Guild building they were in front of.

As the group makes their way out of the mansion, two eyes are on them from afar, viewing them from atop a roof among the houses lining the street.

".....are you sure these are the guys who did in my blood brother?"
"Positive. I saw their handiwork myself. Would I lie to you, Junius?"
"Forgive me if I'm doubting a Runner, Lowell. Not exactly the most trustworthy of people."
"The Hood Street Runners, I admit, aren't well known for their.....trustworthiness. But....Cassius had a vision. Gathering all the gangs in Ishim to fight the real enemy.....well, even I had to admit, I don't find the Demon Lord taking over our city an appealing concept, Junius."
"Remember, the Chiefs don't take shit from anyone, Hood. This better be good intel, Hood. The Warriors.....they're no gang. We mess with them, we better be prepared to fight a war."
"Oh? Are the esteemed Drake Park Chiefs scared of seven people?"
"Seven people? No. Seven people, including their guild leader's sister? Even I'd stay away from that fight. You know the rumours about them. You cross the leader of the Warriors, you've signed your own death warrant."
"Ohoh, rest assured. As long as we take retribution before they get back, they'll never know who it was. And besides.....with the entire city on the lookout....they won't get far."
Junius huffs, before looking aside.
"....I still don't trust this."

The large, imposing man walks away towards the edge of the roof to clamber down the ladder.  When Lowell was sure the man was out of earshot, he pulled out his tablet, to type a quick message.
Is it done?

Within a minute, a short, blunt reply returned.
No.

Lowell looked suddenly at the last of the Warriors rounding the corner of the street. He closed his eyes, sighing.
".....it seems I'm also on a time limit."