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?