He had never shown his face, and yet he had managed to recruit each and every member of the currently unnamed guild. A flyer with the bold headline: "Help Wanted, Riches Await!" had drawn most of them. Others had gathered because they were simply curious as to who had sent the flyer, and how they had acquired the personal information that was written on the back of each. Yet regardless of why they had originally come, each person had decided to stay. The guild was new, and the bonds between those who had joined were still fragile at best. But it was the start of... something, at least.
Fodvala had set up shop in one of the back rooms on the first level of the building. This had once been some sort of living quarters she was sure, perhaps for the staff of the place when it had been an inn. But now she had converted the space into her own personal workshop. Tools and various materials were scattered on the long table in front of her, currently in the process of being arranged. Once she had found a place for everything, and had an organized tidy space to work in, then she would be able to start contributing to the group. Hopefully her inventions and improvements to her guildmates' gear would go over well.
