Need help. The voice was soft but clear, cutting through the Guild's low hum. Heads turned toward the doorway.

A slender figure stood framed against the afternoon light, blonde hair shining. Delicate features held a stubborn set, though his hands trembled slightly where they gripped a long thin wand. He wore a fitted shift over his frame was an unexpectedly fine silk. My village, he continued, stepping fully inside. The guild hall fell quiet, tankards paused mid-sip. Something's taken the children. Three nights running. His eyes, a startling pale green, scanned the room, lingering on a cluster of armored mercenaries sharpening blades near the hearth. The elders said... said to ask here.Are there any that would step forward to help?