Streaks of golden morning light made their way through the windows of the Adventurers Guild. Kyros sat at the other end of the table from me, where the dancing light didn't reach him. We were waiting for Amethyst Jewelbinder to arrive now; she always seemed to be late.
I had called for a party meeting yesterday after our old party leader had retired the night before then. Our party needed a new healer. Not just any healer, we needed someone powerful enough to join one of the best parties here in Castellum.
An adventurer party usually consisted of four to five members. There were five main classes of adventurers. Tanks, healers, fighters, rangers, and mages, with many subclasses for each. Here in the Human Kingdom though, a mage is hard to come by. Most humans are skilled warriors but usually lack the mana for spellcasting, unlike the elves, who excel at it.
But right now, our party only has three members.
There was me, of course, the party leader, and the tank. I was a dual-class adventurer, meaning I had been blessed with a rebirth of powers and was able to choose another class based on the blessing.
I studied as a tank from a young age, being naturally blessed with vitality, and became a shield knight, a tank who uses a great shield and a mace. When I was 17, I experienced my rebirth, being blessed with mana.
I used this mana to harness the power of ice magic, which I was naturally talented in, becoming a frost mage as well.
"Tsk," Kyros complained. "Is this elf ever on time?"
I let out a chuckle and watched him fidget with a vial of green poison, which bubbled into a sickly purple gas.
"Kyros quit playing with that here, it looks.. Dangerous."
He smirked and looked up towards me, a ray of light almost reaching the shadows that shrouded his face. "Don't worry, it's only lethal if it penetrates the skin."
I didn't feel much comfort from that information but laughed in response; he always took everything so seriously.
I have known Kyros since I was young. He was an orphan, and was raised in the streets and dark alleys of Castellum. We used to train together from dawn to dusk, honing our skills in hopes of becoming great adventurers and making plenty of gold coins.
We joined the Adventurers Guild together when we were 18, and he is the only assassin I would ever want in my party.
Kyros was not blessed with a rebirth, but his talent was unmatched. Not only was he a natural-born assassin, a bringer of death from the shadows, but he was also an alchemical genius. His knowledge of alchemy, specifically of deadly poisons, was immense and proved extremely valuable for slaying monsters.
Just as Kyros was returning the vial of poison into a pouch at his hip, our party's mage stumbled through the large twin doors of the guild.
She looked as if she were still hungover from two days ago. Her dark brown hair was tangled and frilled as if she had just woken up, and she was squinting her pale purple eyes.
"It's too bright in here," Amethyst said with sleep still in her voice.
"Get over here, you're late."
She really must be hungover still. She was wearing a white dress shirt, which was half untucked from her purple skirt, and the top three buttons were undone, revealing her large breasts. A purple tie fit loosely around her neck and did little to cover up her cleavage either.
She slowly made her way towards the table we were seated at.
"Did we really have to meet this early, Draven?" she pouted, fixing her skirt before taking the seat next to mine.
"The sooner the better. We need a new healer if we want to accept any quests soon."
Amethyst bent forward, looking up towards me with purple puppy eyes, as if she were confused about how time works. I will never understand how an elf thinks.
Her full chest was nearly exposed. The rays of light glittered on her golden skin or were swallowed up by the shadow formed between her protruding boobs.
"And finish getting dressed, you look like you just crawled out of a goblin's den."
"Are you sure?" she teased, "Then why are you staring?"
I realized I had been looking for a second too long and quickly turned my glance to Kyros, who provided no help in dealing with her.
"At least fix your tie," I pleaded.
"Fine, fine," She teased again, before reaching towards her shirt and buttoning it up. She struggled to stretch her shirt tight enough to finish the top button, but she eventually got it done.
"Today we start the search for a new healer to join our party!" I exclaim proudly, jolting Amethyst and Kyros to attention. "Now, I asked the guild recruiter to compile a list of adventurers applying to parties. We are going to look through every application in search of the strongest healer we can find."
As if on cue, the guild recruiter approaches our table holding a stack of what must have been 500 sheets of paper. Those must be the applications.
She drops them on the table, causing a loud thud, followed by a puff of dust.
"Here you are, party leader Draven." She gave me a warm, hospitable smile and wished us good luck in our search before leaving.
Amethyst let out a complaining sigh at the sight of the work ahead of us, but I could barely contain my joy. The idea of finding a powerful healer to join our party felt like the start of a new journey.
"Let's get started."