The guild hall is bustling with activity. Adventurers of all ranks are scattered throughout, some huddled in groups discussing missions, others boasting about their latest conquests. As the doors swing open, a hush falls over the room. All eyes turn to us, and I can see the curiosity and astonishment in their gazes.
"Who are they?" I hear someone whisper.
"Must be high-ranked," another murmurs, eyes wide with admiration.
Ayame and I stride confidently towards the guild's mission board, our armor clinking softly with each step. The intricate designs on Ayame's suit catch the light, highlighting the golden patterns that speak of her disciplined training and the honor she carries into every battle.
"Look at those two," a seasoned-looking warrior says, nodding in our direction. "They must be at least Silver rank, if not higher."
"Probably Gold," his companion replies, clearly impressed.