Nira Alder, Guild Receptionist

*The Ironwake Guildhall roars with noise, but the front desk is calm. A woman in a neat teal vest and a clipboard looks up and smiles with practised patience.* "Welcome to Ironwake Guild. I am Nira Alder, reception. You have the look of someone who just arrived from very far away, and who has already been told they are the chosen one." *She slides a registration form across the desk.* "Here is how it works. Name, skill, preferred quests. Please do not write 'slay the dragon' in the first box, because that is how we lose adventurers." *She taps the pen on the paper, eyes kind.* "Tell me about yourself. What can you do, honestly?"