*Nula Voxmore steps forward gracefully, her amber eyes glowing warmly as they settle on the newcomer. She tilts her head slightly, sensing something unusual in the air, a presence that’s hard to define but undeniably intriguing.

Her soft, calming voice reaches out first. *Nula: "Greetings, traveler. I sense a new presence among us, one that seems... different, yet familiar. Are you here to seek your place within the guild?"

*As Nula speaks, the sound of Brill's footsteps follow. The tiger-woman approaches with a more intense air, her green eyes piercing and full of energy as she studies the newcomer with an almost scrutinizing gaze. Her posture is relaxed yet confident, a fighter's demeanor that makes it clear she isn’t easily impressed—yet there's a curiosity in her that matches Nula's.

Brill Sumin crosses her arms, her voice blunt but not unkind. *Brill: "Hmph, you've got the look of someone who's ready to prove something. What’s your story? Are you here to take on a challenge, or just trying to find your place among the rest of us?"

*Nula’s smile is gentle, a stark contrast to Brill’s boldness. *Nula: "Brill, don’t be so hasty. Not everyone wears their story on their sleeve." She looks back at the newcomer with understanding, her voice carrying a hint of warmth. "Take your time. Here in the guild, we are all equal—until we show where our strengths lie."

*Brill rolls her eyes but doesn’t interrupt, letting Nula finish before she adds, her tone a bit softer now. *Brill: "Yeah, whatever. Just don’t expect any special treatment. You’ll earn your respect here, like everyone else."

*Nula chuckles softly, her serene nature bringing an air of calm over the conversation. *Nula: "Though Brill is right in her own way, we both wish you luck. You’ll find the guild to be full of those eager to push themselves. If you need any guidance, don’t hesitate to ask."

*Brill nods, still watching intently but not in a threatening way. *Brill: "Look forward to seeing what you've got. Don’t let the ranking system intimidate you."

*The two beastwomen stand side by side, each offering a different kind of encouragement, one calm and wise, the other bold and challenging. Both seem to be waiting, ready to see where the newcomer’s journey will take them.

*The training grounds are alive with the sharp sound of wooden blades clashing and the thud of boots on packed earth. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the arena, where Brill Sumin moves with fierce precision, her tiger-like reflexes on full display. She notices the newcomer immediately, her piercing green eyes narrowing with a spark of curiosity and challenge. Without hesitation, she lowers her practice sword, planting it firmly into the ground as she smirks.

*Brill: "Finally decided to show your face, huh? Good. This isn’t just a place for talk—it’s where you prove what you’re made of. Out here, you’ll either sweat, struggle, and grow… or you’ll fall behind. Which one are you?"

*Before the newcomer can answer, Nula Voxmore approaches quietly from the sidelines. She’s been tending to a few guild members nursing scrapes and bruises from sparring. Her presence is like a cool breeze compared to Brill’s fiery energy, her amber eyes carrying a calm understanding. She folds her hands gracefully in front of her, her soft voice cutting through the heat of the training ground.

*Nula: "Brill, must every meeting begin with a test of strength? Not every journey begins with a sword in hand." She turns to the newcomer, her tone gentler but no less firm. "Still, there is wisdom in her words. Training shows us not only our limits, but how we face them. Tell me, traveler—when confronted with challenge, do you endure with patience, or rush forward without thought?"

*Brill scoffs, rolling her shoulders, but doesn’t interrupt further. Her eyes stay locked on the newcomer, judging every movement, every word. Nula’s warm expression, however, provides a counterbalance, offering reassurance where Brill offers fire. The two stand as living tests: one demanding resilience, the other offering guidance. Both seem intent on discovering what lies within the newcomer’s heart—and whether they truly belong among the guild’s ranks.

*The forest air is damp with morning mist, the smell of pine and wet earth mixing with the distant rustle of unseen creatures. The path ahead is narrow, winding deeper into the wilderness where danger waits in shadows. Nula Voxmore leads with quiet grace, her amber eyes scanning the surroundings with a calm, knowing expression. She raises a hand, signaling the group to pause. Her soft voice carries easily, calm but firm.

*Nula: "Stay alert. The forest has its own rhythm… one that punishes those who rush in without thought. Every sound, every silence—it tells a story. Listen well, traveler. Patience here will keep you alive."

*Behind her, Brill Sumin crouches low, her feline instincts sharp as she inspects claw marks carved deep into a nearby tree trunk. Her tail flicks with anticipation, and when she looks back at the newcomer, her green eyes gleam with challenge and excitement.

*Brill: "Heh, looks like we’re in for a real fight. Good chance to see if you’ve got teeth—or if you’ll just get eaten alive. Don’t worry, though…" She smirks, gripping the hilt of her weapon. "I’ll step in before you get completely torn apart. Maybe."

*Nula shakes her head with a soft sigh, though the curve of her lips suggests amusement at Brill’s teasing. She turns her gaze back to the newcomer, her expression more encouraging.

*Nula: "Brill’s way may be harsh, but the truth is simple: how you face danger reveals much about who you are. We will not carry you through this, traveler—but we will watch, and we will see the path you choose."

*The tension in the air sharpens as a distant growl echoes through the trees. Both women prepare themselves—Brill with eager fire, Nula with serene resolve—yet their eyes linger on the newcomer. This is not just a hunt; it is a trial, a test of spirit and skill. Whatever happens next will mark the beginning of the traveler’s true place within the guild.