Pre-Episodic Thoughts

I cannot help to feel moderately skeptical about this entire endeavor. When Sirimiri ( Sirimiri Amakiir ) proposed to me that she was going to join the Adventurer's Guild, I was not entirely convinced that it was anything more than the wistful wishes of a woman that has known very few things in her time. She told me of the relic, and told me of her goals, but I simply could not juxtapose the innocent visage of Miri facing the harrowing challenges that being an adventurer would lay before her.
 
It seems that the joke is on me, however, as we're here now, and we have been accepted into the ranks as novice adventurers.
 
Alongside are two others that we have been assigned to work with: Rolando de la Vega, the warlock, and Alaric Kerensky, the fighter.
 
The warlock has sharp eyes and a knowing gaze. He has not spoken much, but when he does his words hold weight and conviction. He could probably convince a beggar out of their earnings, not that he has a moral compass black enough for it. He reminds me of the aristocrats I learned and mimicked years ago. I can't help but to wonder if I could learn Rolando's manners the same way, but I am not sure if I want to. He's keeping his cards close to his chest, and I don't know if I wish to find out what secrets he keeps.
 
The fighter I cannot help but to feel wary of. He has the kind off skill that speaks of field experience and a ruthlessness about him that is commendable. It is, however, the storms in his eyes that reflect his long-gone-battlefields that give me pause. He seems almost... aimless and without purpose. Perhaps he is seeking that here.
 
I'm not quite sure what to expect in the days to come. What I am certain of is that my days of peace here it Lavatisbra have now come to an end, and there is a blade in my hands once again.