{June 1, 221 2E}
The air was tinged with excitement and anticipation as Cynthia Taylor approached the grand entrance of the Silver Blade's guildhall.
Her parents, supportive but visibly anxious, walked beside her, the polished stone facade of the guild's headquarters towering above them.
A sixteen-year-old, wide-eyed young girl named Cynthia Taylor was about to become an adventurer.
"Wow..." Her father said. "Place looks so... Old."
The guild office buzzed with activity. Adventurers clad in various armors, their weapons at their sides, milled about, sharing stories and laughing.
A large sign overhead bore the guild's emblem, a silver blade glinting under the sunlight, a symbol of courage and adventure.
Cynthia couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in her stomach as she stepped through the threshold.
But, no matter how nervous she felt, every single step she took was resolute.