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Hikaru found himself looking at the door that would lead inside Cally’s. ”Is this really the right place?” After having gotten established as a crafter, the jeweler realized that there was more to being renowned than making money. He also craved status, so what could be better than joining a charity group? Having grown up extremely poor, Hikaru empathized with those who wanted a better life but couldn’t achieve it on their own. Hikaru knew little about what Isonomia stood for, but its reputation for helping the needy had spread far and wide.
After looking around for a couple more minutes, Hikaru figured he might as well go inside and ask for directions. This place looked no different than a restaurant to him. He had been expecting some kind of building dedicated to handling faction affairs, after all. Upon entering, he saw quite the variety of people inside. There were several people hanging around near the door, likely still waiting for a table to become available. ”Maybe I shouldn’t have come here during lunch time,” he would think to himself.
Hikaru would navigate around the tables and approach someone who worked at the restaurant and ask, “Is this where I can join Isonomia? I was pointed to this building but I fear I came to the wrong place.” The worker pointed and Hikaru turned his head to see a room. He’d nod his head in thanks and walk on over to what he could only presume was an office space.
Hikaru found himself looking at the door that would lead inside Cally’s. ”Is this really the right place?” After having gotten established as a crafter, the jeweler realized that there was more to being renowned than making money. He also craved status, so what could be better than joining a charity group? Having grown up extremely poor, Hikaru empathized with those who wanted a better life but couldn’t achieve it on their own. Hikaru knew little about what Isonomia stood for, but its reputation for helping the needy had spread far and wide.
After looking around for a couple more minutes, Hikaru figured he might as well go inside and ask for directions. This place looked no different than a restaurant to him. He had been expecting some kind of building dedicated to handling faction affairs, after all. Upon entering, he saw quite the variety of people inside. There were several people hanging around near the door, likely still waiting for a table to become available. ”Maybe I shouldn’t have come here during lunch time,” he would think to himself.
Hikaru would navigate around the tables and approach someone who worked at the restaurant and ask, “Is this where I can join Isonomia? I was pointed to this building but I fear I came to the wrong place.” The worker pointed and Hikaru turned his head to see a room. He’d nod his head in thanks and walk on over to what he could only presume was an office space.