"Everyone settle down. After all we do have a popular and powerful guest." Beatrice smiled with grace. "But how powerful exactly? We're about to find out." She held a hand down towards him.
Her voice carried effortlessly across the vast hall, cutting through the lingering giggles, gasps, and murmurs like a velvet blade. The crimson orbs floating overhead dimmed slightly, as if the guild itself was holding its breath. Beatrice stood poised on the raised platform beside the assignment board. It was a towering slab of obsidian veined with molten gold runes that pulsed like living veins. Her light pink hair caught the firelight in shimmering waves, and those pink eyes gleamed with equal parts amusement and predatory curiosity.
