Nadie stood at the back of the crowd of new recruits, calmly admiring the architecture of Neon Colossus’s headquarters to herself. She was among the several new recruits of the guild, inspired by the spreading fame of two certain members. To Nadie and them, they were like symbols of strength and power. They all didn't have the same reason for joining; they all wanted different things, but generally their reasons all drew from the shared respect for the two heroes of Neon Colossus: Khârn and Mez.
Once the doors were opened and they were officially welcomed into the guild, she followed the others as they poured in. Almost instantly, most of them crowded around the two heroes, but she slinked over to the vacant end of a table near a corner, facing away from most of the other guild members. The two heroes were likely too overwhelmed with their respective groups of admirers, and she was just hungry too, so she would just calmly eat by herself. Sliding her mask up over her mouth, she began quietly eating; her hood and the rest of the mask still kept her faceless for the most part.
The food was incredible, and being a big eater, Nadia had already started a second plate by the time one of the youngest of the new members had picked a bone with Mez. A boy named Zeth. He likely wanted to prove his own strength, but against one of the strongest guild members? He should know there was no way this would end up in his favor. Nadie knew this, but she still got up to watch the duel, taking a third plate of food. The fight was as quick as expected, and concluded as expected, but she was intrigued by the last moment. In an instant, Mez had equipped a different weapon and moved even quicker than before, allowing him to land a hit on Zeth and win the match.
With the end of the duel, she went back to the table, but still thought about Mez’s ability. A tournament would be held among the new guild members, including her, and the winner would not only receive special training, but also be allowed to fight Mez. She didn’t know if she’d be able to win the tournament, but if she ended up sparring him, that skill would definitely be something to watch out for, among other things. Of course, she’d have to win the tournament in the first place. As she considered this, she gripped the handle of the sword resting in a large scabbard at her hips.