"Oh my fucking system...! Do you know who those two even are?!"
The tall black-haired elven woman in a full set of ancient magic robes covered in runes pulled the rest of her party to the corner of the adventurers guild and whispered, blushing from excitement.
"Relax, everyone knows that this red-haired girl is a big deal. That's the young lady of the Pride family and her familiar..."
Tha short rat-faced man in light armor made out of scales of a draconid, with multiple knives' handles sticking out from various pouches and belts, raised his brow and looked at the elf with concern.
"Her familiar?! HER FAMILIAR! That's Zombie! Zom- fucking – be!"
The elven woman stared at the rat-faced man in disbelief as if he had just casually dropped some heavy insult against her.
"Yes, an undead, apparently she has an undead as a familiar despite not being a necromancer. Lairs... why are you acting as if you met a hero from the ancient stories...?"