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Nothing to worry about…

Pocketing the key back into his left pocket he continued his idle observation, stretching head out to gaze out at the blue, somewhat cloudy sky above. Certainly picturesquely perfect from what he can see, what he'd do for a camera here…

Not that he'd make that good of a photographer anyways from what he remembered of his shaky hands.

Wincing a bit at the feeling of the occasional water droplets being flung onto his hair and face from the fountain behind him he raised himself back onto a more normal seating position as he deliberately considered his situation some more. The crowd of adventurers and civilians continued to pass him by, some even coming over to the fountain itself to discuss some things that, thanks to said crowd, became nothing more than murmurs and hushed nonsense.

Though he definitely picked up the agitated growls of a man poking and prodding at one small dog-eared girl in particular in his peripheral and he was sure that that man would enter the top 10 most punchable faces of history in time but for now he refrained his wince and just sighed to himself as he picked up one of his legs and rested it onto his lap alongside his elbows.

Now, what did Gavyn actually want to do here?

Well, first off, obviously not die and with the fact that he only has a place to sleep thanks to the warehouse and… no money or really any useful skills in fantasy hack-n-slash with a side of Game Of Thrones that's going to amount for jack and shit in terms of getting some clean water and food right about now.

Gavyn could… could just walk up to a god with a known Famila and espouse the fact that he has the Celestial Grimoire and probably get a free pass on that front… so long as the god/goddess doesn't think their truth-detecting powers have gone funky or it becomes a classic case of 'well, clearly this person is insane because 'they' believe it 100% wholeheartedly, doesn't mean it's true.'

Yeah but what happens if they do think its true and just essentially kidnap you to lock you up in their dungeon until-

Well that's only viable until such a point that he gains a perk that allows him to ignore being chained-up or tied down or whatever and does whatever he wants. Though depending on how much he reveals about the grimoire it could turn from 'get this guy in our famila immediately' to 'kill this guy before becomes a threat to the mortal world and heaven itself.' Again, though that depends on the god and goddess and if they have the forethought to realize how far this particular rabbit hole can go…

Heh…

But… save for the sake of looking at some hot girls or guys and maybe getting friends it doesn't seem all that… appealing to him? Sure the initial resources are good, training's fine he guessed, and backup is always appreciated in a tough fight.

However, Gavyn has the grimoire lurking around in his soul, eventually he will become the wizard of 'I cast Fuck Everything In That General Direction' or a muscle wizard casting fist, or have an ungodly amount of stupid powerful items that does roughly the same thing or allow him to get to that point faster otherwise.

"Really what it boils down too is I don't want to be tied down by anyone…" He mumbled to himself as he began to slap his crossed legs in a sort of simple rhythm and bouncing right foot on the cobblestone street. He notices a red-haired wolf girl passing him by, her ear twitching and glancing at him with an expression he could not discern, he smiled lightly and gave her a shrug and that was the end of that particular interaction.

So here was his fool-proof plan.

1: Fuck the guild, we don't need no advisors telling us that we should stay at floors 1 - 3 for 5 months, then yell at us at things beyond our control for an hour straight.

2: Fuck the Falna, that requires a god to become our sugar daddy/mommy and if they have any common sense that part one of this plan should tell us why we don't want them, the Grimorie will give us what we need, RNGesus is our one true savior.

3: Think about everything, think about thinking, we need to pad out interactions and you're shit with socials and don't want to burn any bridges by being some loquacious prose-pushing asshole that says nothing of value, think of nothing of value, this is the way.

4: What you need to enter this dungeon first-off, comes in four parts, something to buff our strength, to buff our speed, our durability/stamina, and training perks. It doesn't have to be the Six Eyes but something to start us off with before delving down there to kill things for the first time. Something that stops you from the pre-combat shakes would also be nice but if we can't get that then those four will have to do.

5: RNGesus is not our friend, he is our god, so he might bless us with a god-tier 100 CP or 200 CP perk at the start right here that will invalidate our plan and have you dive right in or make you wait on a 600 CP perk that requires shit we don't have or is some kind of crafting perk with resources you don't have. So be patient, but don't forget that there is a chance of excitement and what is shit right now will not be shit later.

6: We are not caring about the guild, but you want to get to the bottom of this dungeon don't you? Where everyone else always gets caught in the minutia and the politics of the famila system, you want to actually… do dungeon stuff. So check the history listings if they're there, to see what is the lowest floor people have got to… because once we start going down the only way we're coming back up is when we beat that record, hope for a teleportation item or perk before than but prepare for treks going both way.

7: Once we get back up, since we have made ourselves legend at that point go for the Falna, more power is never bad and at that point you're going to have the choice of the litter. For shits n giggles, 'ask' for an advisor from the guild, just for the funny.

8: Hope we get an infinite food/water item or a perk that makes you no longer have any needs because that will probably be what kills you at this point, not an adventurer out for a single vali or a goblin coming through the walls.

9: Remember, depending on what you get all of this can literally just be horseshit in the making, you might just get a perk right now that screams out your presence out towards the gods and you'd have to go be on the run (or get captured) or a one so godly that you can skip everything else and go down right now.

10: Have Fun.

Perk Gained (Lore): Lore in Iron [200 - Warhammer Fantasy: Imperial Colleges of Magic] The Lore of Metal, as you might expect, resonates especially well with metal. It also, however, resonates especially well with the rational mind. It takes a clear head to memorize the thousands of formulae necessary in a true Alchemist's work. As such, you find that your connection to Chamon also grants you enhanced clarity of thought and speed of cognition. The Gold Order has no use for scatterbrains, after all.

Gavyn suddenly finds himself gripping his head with one of his hands as the mother of all lightheaded feelings rises up out of nowhere and he becomes instinctively aware of the fact that the cobwebs inside his brain have been cleaned up a little, his thoughts a little faster than before. His imagination is fuller and less illusive in thinking what he wants to see within his mind.

He raises his hand slightly, eyes wide and looking around, moments before his brain felt like 5 years out of date and now he's a top of the line computer… in at-least two aspects of itself anyways.

"Okay… okay I can work with that." Eventually, the ugly feeling of something not being right with his everything fades away and he nods to himself with a smile.

No-one appears to have noticed his little 'brain-exploding' episode so that's good, either that or they have also just passed him off as insane and saved the pity and disgust for their thoughts or whispers that he can't hear.

An o-shaped sigh escaped his lips as he went over the new perk in his head, it was good, nothing related to the physical but as he felt his thoughts racing and pacing back and forth with a clearness that was never there before, allowing him to ping-pong between one end to the other of himself with a clear connection between each 'line' it would allow him to be slightly less of an idiot in conversations because if his mind was clearly saying what he wanted to say than his mouth would hopefully screw up less.

It also played partially into his plan, a perk that would deal with pre-combat jitters by giving him more time to think and… probably, react? To the situations around him, no doubt with just this he would still get cold feet but not long enough that he'd be dying to a goblin's claws because of some scary red eyes and get through that first troubling hurdle.

The thing it seemed to be allowing Gavyn to do right about now was not making him look more like an idiot as he glanced from one Pallum in the crowd (or was it a child? Nope, traveling alone with a weapon at her side heading towards the dungeon, chance it,) to the cat boy traveling in a group of his pals clad in heavier armor and laughing about something only they would know. Dark blue hair, tail on the shaggier side of things, wearing a spear on his back, no gloves, leather boots.

His eyes left that group, moving from one mildly interesting person to the next. "Hah, is this going to be my life from now on? People watching to grind it out? I don't think that's what those guys who played MMOs meant when they told us on Youtube." It was… agonizing in a way, sure maybe in a different time with different means he wouldn't have minded spending an afternoon watching this cast of colorful people pass him by, just talking about nothing but this was literally a matter of life or death.

A very literal case of 'hurry up and wait' going on. To see just how long he could stretch out every thought and detail in a single moment so he could survive the next one and pad those ones out and linger in everything to get the potential for more power, 'tools to build the tools to build the tools.'

Again, it's not like he could do much at this very moment.

Perk Gained (Making): Pixie Dust [100 - Peter Pan] Most if not all fairies constantly produce the magical substance of fairy dust around their body, such that a trail follows wherever you fly. People and even objects as large as ships, when covered in the sparkling dust, gain the ability to fly. However, while inanimate things can fly without any challenge, people wishing to fly must have sincere faith and happy, carefree emotions. During the jump, you constantly emit fairy dust as easily as breathing, and you are constantly surrounded by a cloud of fairy dust, though in later jumps you can control the emission. To help, the perk also enables you to breathe easily without choking on pixie dust or other particles, such that you could breathe and talk even with smoke all around you. If you took this perk and are not a fairy, you will be looked at quite strangely by others, but things are often strange in Neverland so that's hardly a bad thing.

Gavyn hissed out his displeasure, a light sound as he clamped down instantly on the pixie dust emissions that were just about to sprout out around him and looked around him alertly but slowly, noticing the briefest spark of the stuff that thankfully faded from view and did not cause the fountain he was sitting on to start to lift up and fly.

No-one had noticed the dust, and while he saw another glance in his direction by a bald-headed man at his sharp intake of breath there was nothing surprising in his expression and the rough armored man just walked by with another group in tow towards Babel.

Gavyn refrained from exhaling a sigh of relief at this bout of non-perceptivness. Cool! So long as he was thinking happy thoughts he had the power of flight, Gavyn knew for a goddamn fact that Touhou flight was here and was free and didn't have the conditions of 'faith' and 'happy, carefree emotions' attached to it. If he was going for a 'group hug' playstyle and power of friendship then squad-wide and equipment-based flight would be pretty nice… he was sure making objects able to fly would be useful later… maybe he could do prop-flying instead of himself flying? Was there anyone around here that was selling rugs perchance?

Hmm, best not to chance it.

Hey, at the very least we've gone past the 'this person thinks he's telling the truth, but is actually insane' for god/goddesses around here if he was to be doomed by RNGesus to be a support mage in his early life here.

Not, that he was planning on that to be the case for him, but the option was there.

"Hmm, I need to keep a better track…" Lore In Iron was already paying dividends there, it gave him enough time to realize that he was exuding that dust and pressing the newly formed "button" (an abstraction really,) to clamp the generation closed. He did not have any desire to be made an idiot by standing on-top of a suddenly floating fountain while everyone else looked on in confusion and maybe some amazement.

Was flight a thing here? Air is an element that the magicians here do manipulate from what he remembered of Ais, but true, full on flight? Not just a momentary burst of air-time? He didn't believe that was a thing like with teleportation, just people going really, really fast to make it look as though they teleported.

Then again… air magic, so some of the higher level adventurers here might have something or perhaps the use of that Mystery skill that allowed for magical item creation could do something for it. Hermes was a semi-important character to this story and flying sandals were pretty cool to imagine, even if it would be more than likely the captain of his famila would be using such a tool rather than himself, non-combatants the gods mostly were in the lower world.

Groaning, he massaged his forehead with his left hand as he focused back onto the crowd. Just gotta sit here and wait, just sit and wait…

Ugh, this marble stone is starting to make his ass go numb with how long he was sitting on it.

Man this was more aggravating than he thought it would be. Gavyn supposed it came with trying to not interact with any part of the setting and do everything on his own, practically begging at the altar of luck to get a taste of something immediately useful to ignore everything else.

If he wanted to, he could just walk out of the city, go into the forests or some random town with less drama, less everything and just become the resident wizard in time. The only trouble being the potential wanderer that might spread rumors back to Orario… that will be seen as just tall tales for a time until they become too consistent and too outrageous to ignore. Then, offers might be made, for glory, prestige, and more power…

And what if those offers were to be rejected and intrigue turns into obsession and demands…

What if he had just wandered into the woods, became a hermit, and, with enough power eventually into a pocket dimension or into a different universe given enough time or a lucky draw?

His mind continued to wander in various what-ifs as he sat up from his seat on the side of the fountain, stretching himself out and careful to not bump into anyone passing by, walked over to the side and sat on the cobblestone while leaning against the fountain instead of sitting on its edge directly.

Ah, slightly more comfortable. He kept his legs closed up as his eyes unfocused, staring at nothing in particular.

So this was his life now huh? Gavyn refrained from coughing, breathing in slowly, meditation would do him no good here… he needed to keep thinking about everything and anything. That was the only way he was going to move forward without getting sucked up into the needless, wantless drama of the famila and the gods.

Hmmm… but there was that one thing…

What about the Xenos?

The monsters that were not monsters, he was unsure where in the timeline they started to appear and the only thing he can tell right about now is that either Bell has only very recently started his adventure in Orario or he has yet to set foot in the city and he has months or a year before the main story begins proper.

From what he remembered there should be some that were in their 'hidden villages' at this point, one of the gods, Ouro- something sponsoring their protection for the time being. Beyond the adventurers, he should be on the lookout for them because those would be the only individuals that could hold a decent conversation with him and wouldn't be looking to gut him for vali or drops… though they may just instinctively attack him because other adventurers either don't know or wouldn't care either way and thus would try to preemptively defend themselves.

He could fall into that trap as well if he just starts to go on a killing spree on each of the floors just to find something to do.

At the very least, Gavyn would try to see if he couldn't find the potential to be friends with one of them… though that might just make him the enemy of the entire city in the process if what he remembered of the later arcs in the show and novel said anything about it. It could very well be that he'd never see a lick of them in his dungeoneering and it would be left at that.

Miss (100 Points Gained)

Ugh…

He couldn't stay here forever, either some city guard was going to haul him off for loitering (if they did do that to beggars he had no idea,) or some sneering adventurer looking to bully someone not as strong as them or something like that. In the afternoon sun he was already beginning to feel a little bit thirsty and he didn't want to look like any more of a weirdo by trying to slurp some probably unclean water on the fountain behind him.

At the very least the temperature out here is pretty comfortable, on the cooler side of things, maybe early Spring or Autumn? The sun beating down on him feels like it's on the more refreshing side rather than causing him to sweat out like a rat.

He feels something poke at his knee suddenly and jerks up to see two… adventurers? One of them is a human girl with brown hair and green eyes, the other a bunny man with dark blue hair and eyes. Both of them were carrying halberds and steel armor, though there was a leather patch of their shoulders denoting an elephant-masked symbol on them…

Oh, these guys were part of the Ganesha Familia then?

"You look a little lost citizen, are you waitin' for someone?" The bunny-man speaks up politely but sternly with a queer (was that southern?) accent that gave a drawl to it, both expressions unreadable to Gavyn beyond some sense of curiosity and caution.

Lore In Iron gives Gavyn enough clarity to him to tell him that it is indeed his heart fearfully dropping into his stomach and he opens his mouth to finally talk to the first person (or two people, really) since he was transported to this world.

"Yeah, yeah, something like that. I'm biding my time, seeing the sights and all that. I'm new to Orario, I just came here recently, why?" He didn't know what he wanted to say to them, but at-least this was a functioning sentence that seemed to hold some small weight and didn't make him look like… whatever they thought he was at the moment.

The brown-haired girl scratched her cheek almost sheepishly at that moment, "we've been patrolling for a while now and you've been sitting on the fountain since before we made our rounds here. You don't look like an adventurer to be frank, but if you're new to Orario and you are looking to be one then you should head to the Pantheon so the Guild can set you up… otherwise… to be honest." Hmm, what was she embarrassed about?

As she trailed off awkwardly, the other guard cut in, "to be frank, it looks like you're trying to find a mark or set something up. Now I can see you don't got nothin' on ya and any adventurer worth their salt just won't care either way, specially in a crowded space like this, but that can make others more… on the nervous side of things ya hear?"

Gavyn dryly eyed the two, before heaving a sigh and nodding… looks like he had finally overstayed his welcome. Well, it was good while it lasted. "I hear ya, don't worry about it, sir, ma'am… I was planning on hitting the Pantheon up a little later today… might as well get it over with now… though, if I could have some directions I would be most thankful and be a little less of a klutz than I already am." He stood up with some minor stretching and the lady guard was the one to point out some vague if usable directions to the Pantheon.

"Oh yeah, just go north-west for a couple districts from here and then you should see it on the left side of Main Street, it's the building adorned with the colorful flags, and has a bridge connecting it to another one of the Guild's offices, you can't miss it."

So with that, Gavyn trudged away from his eventual final destination from at-least one part of his plan that he could feasibly complete on his own if he continued to not fuck up talking.

To see if the Guild had any historical records of previous adventurers, he needed to know what was the lowest level they managed to get too to see when he needed to stop. He 'believed' that it should be around the 50s number range but couldn't recall it correctly at this moment. If only Lore In Iron gave better memory alongside speed and clarity of thought… oh well, guess that came with other perks, something to look forward to if he managed it.

If there were no proper records… Well, level 50 of the dungeon sounds like a good place to stop anyways, it's not like solo adventuring to that level was common… or adventuring with any amount of people because that would mean like multiple level 5s or 6s or around that level. There were like a handful of those people, with what… the highest level being known ever was 8 or 9?

The Zeus and Hera familia had them, probably their captains, but then they got wiped out by the One Eyed Black Dragon…

Right, the 'Three Great Quests' that's also an option later on if he wanted… what? To prove himself? To earn adoration from the masses?

Well if he sticks around in this world, let's go with 'peace of mind' for now and work our way down from there.

Perk Gained (Illusion): Stranger (Justice League Dark, -100) Some strange magic enshrouds your form. If you so wish it, your features shall become... distorted. Nothing truly changes, but onlookers will only be able to recall you as an extremely generic version of your race or species. They would be able to recognize you on sight, but attempting to describe you to someone else would only result in their frustration.

Hmph… good for normal people, but not so good for dungeon crawling… or for people who don't care for appearance and just look straight into your soul. Gavyn suppresses the magic instantly within his mind, not wanting it to give away his presence to the eyes in the sky that might be watching, 'Freya.'

Also, Gavyn is literally 5'8'' brown-eyed, brown-haired, couch potato like man, he is the most generic of generic member of his race, fuck off with that. He was already milque-toast you didn't need to also make him unsalted toast…

There was a chance that fiat-backing was working on the 'magic' aspect of the perk, but he had no way to be perfectly sure right now, better not risk it, and again, in the end this perk will not be useful in the dungeon for the most part unless he was directly trying to call the dungeon's attention or trying not too he supposed. It's not like being a generic human will stop the 'kill all humans/mortals' monsters from killing him brutally.

So now after starting to silently fume over the Celestial Grimorie's inability to give him a perk that was mildly decent for the moment he began to take his sorry butt across the cobblestone paved streets of Orario. At the very least, the streets were… paved, stoned? Very well and so Gavyn didn't have to worry too much about the fact of getting his feet stabbed by a pointy rock or unfortunate splinter sticking up in the wrong place and having him hop around like a monkey shrieking in pain.

That wasn't to say the walk wasn't comfortable and that he didn't wince when there was something sticking through the lines of the well-worn and well-constructed cobblestone but it didn't happen every other step at-least.

It just happened every five steps instead.

As it was, Babel may have been the most active portion of the city by virtue of being, well, the dungeon (and the shops and other things that adventurers would need he was sure,) but Pantheon was a close second or at-least the direction to it anyways. A map would be nice, in a vague sense since he isn't trying to be in Orario for long, perhaps some perk-based map item would work with scouring the dungeon since Gavyn was hoping for 100% clearing each floor if he could before moving to the next…

Damn, now he was thinking of a Danmachi Roguelite based on Risk of Rain… maybe something to keep in mind if he ever did leave this reality back to home or fuckin' Worm or whatever the Self Insert dumping grounds these days are.

"Yeah, remember Familiar of Zero fics? Heheheheh, what was it, like the one fic with Black Dragon Kalameet that didn't have a duel with Guiche, ah fucking hell." Gavyn found himself snickering beneath his breath, hiding his mouth with his hand as out of nowhere memories of funnier times came rushing in. Though, perhaps not the most random considering his current situation.

The crowd of people, dwarves, humans, the occasional elf, dog people, wolf people, fox people, pallums, most adventurers of some-type armored up and talking with one another, some others merchants or civilians out and about. Gavyn walked by the sidelines, happy to not let himself be in the center of the moving lanes of people… to be fair the streets were quite big so he had some space to himself…

Just stay a little bit away from the alleyways, can never be too paranoid if there are actually assholes in this town who will shank you.

Fanfiction might've conflated the amount of asshole adventurers, and the Soma's addiction and Ishtar's own brand of fuckery doesn't help… but… surely, the majority of familia aren't sending their members out on 'bandit trips' or thieves guilds… except for he was sure that there was a god of thieves, stealing, night, darkness, somewhere around here out of sight and secretive. Such a thing wasn't shown in the story and Gavyn was much wishing that he wouldn't have the 'gracious' offer of expanding Danmachi's lore by getting mugged by unknown familia that weren't stated to be in the main story.

"God, it's just a walk down the street, it will… not kill you dammit." The bubbly feelings of happiness of remembering such a stupid thing in his youth had brightened his mood for the moment and he walked with a bit more spring in his step… that he moderated after feeling a noticeably irregularly shaped rock grind into the middle of his foot and causing him to wince in pain and grit his teeth before kicking it away into the side of the wall.

"Agggh…" Gavyn looked around the people passing him by, some were giving him eyes, no doubt the animal-eared people would have better senses… and anyone in the level two range would also have better senses so they would be just hearing this beggar dude with strange-ish clothing and fairly well-kept (for now) talking absolute fucking nonsense to himself.

Ooo was that a tiger girl? Adventurer by the looks of it… neat, that seemed to be one of the only races he hadn't seen before in the middle of Babel… oh well.

"These feet were made for walking…" For however many minutes or hours it would take to get there, the guards didn't actually say and he didn't think to embarrass himself anymore by trying to clarify even if he should've totally asked…

He had guessed it was around… four in the afternoon? The sky was beginning to dip quite quickly, or quicker than he had expected so presumably somewhere in the beginning of Spring rather somewhere in Autumn… or Gavyn may have just be completely wrong because this was a fantasy world and the writer didn't care about the in-depth intricacies of the four seasons (or more) of the world, he wanted to pick up girls in a dungeon.

Item Gained (Divination): Nirnama Detector (Genshin Impact, -100) By all rights, this is a rather odd device created by Lisa using a selection of dangerous materials from Sumeru. Shaped like a simple monocle, or perhaps a pair of spectacles if you would prefer, this detector allows one to see the imaginary friends of those within its view. You may be surprised by the types of friends you see, and it is likely to give you some level of insight into their personality. But overall, this is more of a fun trinket than anything else.

Gavyn became strictly aware of the fact that he had since gained an item that was sitting in his mind… he took one look at it, recognized it and let out a muffled agonized groan and had it summoned within his cosmic warehouse that was not yet deployed.

"I am going to mc-fucking lose it." I'm sorry 'Stranger' I didn't realize that there were things he could get that were even more useless than you… actually you're infinitely more useful in every conceivable way.

Welp, he had something he could sell off to some random vendor for a price that will be a rip-off either way and then will be inevitably tracked down because 'hey there dude… where uh, where did you get this impossible magical item?' Though the hope on that front if it ever became a possibility (it won't,) is that he would've been down in the dungeon a long time ago.

Maybe not a long time considering the rate of this atrocious gacha.

Fuckin' fine, it might be something cute to show the Xenos if Gavyn ever manages to find one of them, it IS a 'cute item' to be frank… though that depends on how invasive one might consider it. It's not like you can fully see and interact with your 'own' imaginary friend with this alone…

He didn't know, probably something about 'fanwanking' to be said about it if anyone cared for such an item.

"Oh but if you combine the detector with "this" perk, you'll instantly become a god." Gavyn rolled his eyes and hid his mirth as his eyes finally made contact after some time of walking and passing through the crowds and some stretches of emptiness on the cobblestone path, a larger building with indeed some flags embedded, or no, there were some short rods that held them aloft in front of the building, alongside the open-window, roofed bridge that led to another building on the other side of the street.

Like Babel, there was a near flood of people entering in, and out of the Pantheon, perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but this place was always bustling with something. There were more street vendors around this area, more subtle probably because of the Ganesha Familia guards but more than once Gavyn felt the creeping sensation of being watched from one person or enterprising entrepreneur trying to enter into the adventurer scene and scuttled his way closer into the door.

The murmuring and laughing of the people outside quieted down to something somewhat more manageable inside. The sound reflecting off the walls and warm but slightly darker ambience of an almost modern building… probably due to magic stones, gave Gavyn a strange sense of home or well… perhaps not 'home' so much as he had been in government buildings like this before even if they didn't hold this same sense of style with the plush chairs and couches in the corner.

The posh white marble and various paintings of… supposedly famous or well-known individuals liven up the place as well… again, reminding Gavyn of government buildings back home. The feeling of 'home' started to become swallowed up by the feeling of awkwardness, that he had even set a foot in here without shoes was some grave faux-pas and that he would be struck dead on the spot.

Just… fuckin' get to the front, ask a clarifying question, look for a map and then leave, ignore everything else.

So, walking past the various adventurers talking with one another or members of the Guild, he made his way to what looked to be a marble, wood, and granite countertop with various bits and baubles. A human woman with dark green hair and similarly colored eyes being one of the many individuals manning the front, the only one empty for the moment- until.

Gavyn stopped himself from growling in his throat as a short black haired werewolf barreled through past him clearly an asshole as he talked up the rapidly frowning woman.

"Ey, I need to talk to mah advisor, make it snappy, I've had a long day."

"Yes sir, Miss Rose is free for the moment-"

"Then what are you waiting for?!"

That name sounded… vaguely familiar? Ugh, if it isn't Eina then he ain't going to remember any of the other members of the Guild.

The werewolf dude snorted a word or insult underneath his breath (the fuck is this guy's problem?) And stormed off to one of the doors besides the counter and then Gavyn was really the only person in this line.

The woman's frown shifted away to neutrality, and then a polite if he presumed, curious smile upon sighting Gavyn's more disheveled by way less aggressive expression. "Hello, welcome to Pantheon, home to the Guild and Adventurers alike, how can I help you today? I haven't seen you before."