A Fight for Attention

As Arthur stepped up to the registration counter, Melite moved ahead, guiding him with the ease of someone who had done this before.

The man behind the counter glanced up, his face lighting with recognition as he spotted her. "Well, look who it is." He said, the corners of his mouth tugging into a grin. But his expression faltered when Melite met his enthusiasm with nothing more than a neutral stare. He let out a quiet sigh, giving up on pleasantries.

"Name?" He asked, shifting his focus to Arthur.

"White Wing."

The man scribbled it down before gesturing toward the selection of weapons and armor. "Pick your gear."

As Arthur stepped forward, the clerk leaned back slightly, studying him with a critical eye. "Shame if that face of yours got messed up." He smirked, his tone edged with something between amusement and skepticism. "Not exactly the kind we usually see down here."