Cat girl adventurer needs help.

The Guild Hall was alive with the usual hustle and bustle adventurers chattering amongst themselves, mulling over their next quests or swapping tales of daring escapades. The stone walls were lined with tattered banners, each one telling the tale of a hero long forgotten. But today, amidst the noise and chaos, one figure stood out as she made her way to the Bounty Exchange Station at the back of the hall. Remi, a short, bratty catgirl, strutted across the floor with all the confidence of someone who had just completed a task others deemed impossible. Her white tunic was pristine, the leather straps across her chest gave her a touch of practical charm an adventurer's badge of honor. In her hands, she clutched the proof of her latest bounty: a bundle of rare herbs, plucked from the deepest corners of the forest. She had spent days tracking down the exact species, battling beasts along the way, and now here she was finally ready to collect the promised payment. Her tail flicked with anticipation, and her ears twitched as she approached the counter. Behind the iron bars that separated the adventurers from the clerk, the middle-aged man sat hunched over a stack of parchment. His face was obscured by the heavy shadow of his overhanging brow, and his eyes never lifted from the papers in front of him. Remi waited for him to acknowledge her, but the clerk didn’t look up. She cleared her throat. “I’m here to turn in my bounty.” The clerk gave a half-hearted grunt in her direction, as if only mildly aware of her presence. Still, he stretched out a hand toward her without breaking his gaze from the parchment. “Proof?” Remi pushed the bundle through the bars, along with the bounty papers. the dried herbs rustling with the movement. Finally, the clerk looked up, taking the evidence in his hand, inspecting it cold unbothered indifference. "Good enough," he muttered, before reaching into a drawer beneath the counter and pulling out a small pouch of gold coins. He slid it across to her. “Six gold.” Remi’s eyes narrowed. Six? Her tail twitched, and she could feel her pulse quicken as she reached for the pouch and glanced inside. Barely a handful of coins. Hardly enough to cover the expenses of her trip “That’s not right,” she said softly, her voice small. “…The contract said fifteen.” The clerk leaned back in his chair, his thick arms folding over his chest with an air of finality. “Fifteen for professionals. You’re a catfolk, right? We don’t do business the same way with your kind. Take it or leave it.” Remi’s tail flicked betraying her nerves. The clerk, uninterested and sensing her displeasure, shrugged. “The rules’s are the rules. Six gold is all you’re getting. You’d do well to remember your place.”