"Who's looking for Farah anyway?" Rayven muttered to himself as he read the request.
It was indeed searching for a young woman called Farah.
Rayven was a bit confused, as he recalled Farah's story. She was taken by the illegal slave traders when she thought that she was about to get a job in a city.
After being rescued, Farah should've stayed in that small town and worked as a tailor… However, seeing how the mission request seemed to mean no harm, Rayven felt that the one making a request should be a relative searching for her.
Still, since Rayven didn't know whether Farah would like to be found or not, he decided not to interfere.
'Well, if she didn't want to be found… I hope she changed her name or something.' Rayven mused as he decided to stop looking at the board and directly approached the guild reception desk that was manned—or rather, womaned—by someone new.
The receptionist, Stella, couldn't have been older than nineteen.
