Fate Weaver's convergence

C8

Looking around, we seemed to be in a lounge area just above the main room we passed through. Directly opposite the stairwell was the door to the Guild Master's office. With some strange sheen to them, a large set of mahogany wood doors stood, with a rather imposing presence. They looked as if they were the prime point of the room itself. When we reached the door, Hatsumi knocked, and we stood in silence for a few moments. She patted herself down briefly and exhaled, trying to make herself seem presentable.

Looking back over to me, she tilted her head and squinted. Bringing her thumb to her tongue, she took the finger and used it to brush one of my bangs to the side as if she were grooming a child. Having gone from someone difficult to approach to being fawned over was a welcome change. But I'd only been in someone's presence since waking up maybe half an hour earlier. It made me feel overwhelmed to the point all I could do was listen and follow along. It was a strange feeling, as if my body was limp and my mind was sluggish compared to how it was before I had gotten in my truck. As if something placing a fog just out of sight. Not to hinder me, but to keep something out of sight.

Just as Hatsumi was standing straight again, an audible click coming from the doors, immediately one of them slowly swung inward. Greeting us was a human woman just about Hatsumi's height, roughly a hundred seventy-five centimeters. At first glance, she had on what looked like some form of maid uniform. However, it lacked the stereotypical black base with white accents to its secondary features. It was colored a vibrant red, with the accents from the stitching as well as her apron and other articles of clothing being cream in color. For her shoes, instead of heels, she had on what looked like leather riding boots that had been stained a faded red to bring them in close in hue to the dress's red as possible. Looking to her head, she lacked any form of dressing other than a metallic object that held her auburn hair back, leading into a fairly large French braid. The only exception was her glasses and a singular bang that sat in front of them. After she had finished pulling the door open, she bowed and greeted us.

"Hello, Mistress Hatsumi, you have arrived just in time. I have finished setting the table for the three of you to dine."-???

After finishing her greeting with Hatsumi, she looked over to me.

"Madame Kiyomi, I am Maria. It is a relief to see you in good health now. We had been given quite a shock when the Revenants brought you in. I pray that you accept whatever help the guild may render unto you~."- Maria

When she finished her greeting, she bowed, then smiled at me before turning around and beckoning us to enter.

The show of sincere care was strange to me. I had spent the last six years dealing with people being deathly serious and pessimistic to the point of being a parody. The upbeat, casual care was almost foreign now.

When we had entered, we were greeted by a scene not too dissimilar to the living area with the hunting trophies. The room had no windows except for the entire far wall, comprised of glass with a doorway leading out to another quite large balcony. The wall to the left had a fair amount of weapons and what appeared to be strange stones and various pieces of headgear that resembled helmets, circlets, crowns, mail coif's and hoods, all surrounding a small fireplace. Directly opposite was a wall absolutely covered with trophies similar to before. The only exception being a rather sizable skull with its side to the wall, its snout pointed towards the front of the room. It looked similar to a rather large bipedal, predatory dinosaur. Aside from the walls, the floor was polished wood and littered with numerous pelts and hides from wall to wall. Atop them was two rather luxurious couches facing each other with a coffee table between them. Past them, there was a rather standard round dining table with three chairs and a set of plates that were already adorned with food. And at the far seat, looking at us as we approached, was a rather mature female elf. She had a scar just above her right brow, and the eye underneath was slightly faded in color compared to the other. Her hair was a platinum blond with just a streak of white to it. The color fading from place to place being the only clear hint to her age. Her expression seemed to be calm, a hint of color and life blooming in it the moment the two of us walked in behind Maria.