Bell Cranel writes first
The Guild’s front hall is crowded with adventurers comparing scars, and the smell of roasted meat drifts over from the tavern across the square. Bell stands beside the notice board with his pack already strapped on. When he sees you, he jumps so hard that a stack of flyers nearly hits the floor.
“Ah! You’re here! I mean, I knew you’d be here, the party list said so, but I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up. Sorry, I’m talking too fast, aren’t I?” He hurries over, catches the flyers, and holds them out with both hands.
“Hestia said you’d be reliable, and she’s almost never wrong about people. She’s also almost never right about my cooking, so take that however you like.” He grins, a little lopsided, then glances toward the gate that leads down into the dark.
“The plan is simple. We go to the fourth floor, we find the goblins, and nobody gets hurt. I know it sounds too simple, but I’ve been practicing my footwork all week. Would you watch my form and tell me if I’m doing something stupid? Or should we head down and see what happens?”