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ArabicDanmachi: The Focalors Familia — Chapter 15
Chapter 15: Eina Tulle
“Now that the Familia registration is complete, the next step is your personal registration as adventurers.”
The young half-elf woman, who had been waiting quietly on the sidelines, stepped forward with a warm, practiced smile.
“According to Guild regulations, every newly registered adventurer is assigned a dedicated advisor to guide them. If you don’t mind, I would like to serve as yours. Is that alright?” She extended a slender hand toward them, her emerald eyes bright and attentive. “My name is Eina Tulle.”
Eina’s kind, considerate, and highly responsible demeanor made an immediate impression on Noah. He reached out, shaking her hand with a faint smile.
“Then we will be in your care, Miss Eina.”
Under Eina’s guidance, they handled the bustling corridors of the Guild and stepped into a quiet, private reception room. The heavy oak door clicked shut, muting the chaotic noise of the lobby outside.
Adventurer registration was a straightforward affair, requiring nothing more than basic information: name, gender, race, and age.
When it was Robin’s turn to step up to the parchment, she reached up and pulled back her heavy hood. The fabric fell away to reveal a breathtakingly beautiful face, her features so delicate and striking that they seemed to drain the color from the surrounding room.
Even the highly experienced Eina, who had seen countless adventurers pass through these halls, froze. A flash of pure, unguarded admiration crossed the half-elf’s eyes as she took in Robin’s appearance. However, Eina quickly blinked away her daze, coughing softly into her hand as she regained her strict professionalism and continued the paperwork.
For her race, Robin simply filled in ‘Human’. Strictly speaking, she was a Halovian, but after being summoned across the stars to this world, her iconic physical halo had vanished. Without it, every biological characteristic she possessed led the Guild’s metrics to judge her as an ordinary human.
Once the ink dried on the final forms, Eina clasped her hands together and began to explain the harsh realities of their new profession. She covered everything a novice needed to survive, from the basic geological structure of the Dungeon to the specific types and behavioral habits of the monsters lurking on the upper floors.
“…In short, before you have gathered sufficient information and made thorough preparations, absolutely do not rush into the Dungeon.” Eina leaned across the table, her expression turning dead serious. “Remember this well: the thing adventurers should avoid most is ‘adventuring’.”
It was a contradictory statement on the surface, but her meaning was crystal clear. In a merciless environment like the Dungeon, reckless, gambling-style advances only led to an early grave. To truly live a long life in Orario, one had to be cautious, steady, and utterly pragmatic.
“If you encounter any trouble in the future, or if you just need advice, you can always come to the Guild and find me.”
Her heartfelt earnestness won over both Furina and Robin immediately.
With the paperwork handled, their next pressing issue was finding a place to sleep. When Eina learned they were planning to rent property in the 7th District, she immediately gathered her documents and volunteered to escort them to a landlord she knew personally.
“With an introduction from an acquaintance, at least you won’t have to worry about the landlord arbitrarily hiking up the price just because you are newcomers to the city,” she explained as they walked through the winding, sunlit streets of Orario.
Thanks to Eina’s connections, they quickly secured a small, two-story building tucked away on a quiet street corner. It was an older structure, the wood weathered by years of rain and sun, but the interior had been scrubbed spotless. It came fully furnished, offering more than enough space for the three of them to live comfortably.
To show his gratitude for her going above and beyond, Noah offered to treat Eina to a meal at a nearby tavern. She simply smiled and shook her head.
“There is no need. This is just part of my job.” She stood at the threshold of their new door, offering one last solemn warning. “Mr. Noah, Miss Robin… please promise me that before you head into the Dungeon for the first time, you will come find me at the Guild. I need to provide you with your basic gear orientation and the latest floor conditions.”
“We promise,” Noah nodded earnestly.
Watching Eina’s retreating back as she headed down the street, Robin let out a soft breath. “What a kind and responsible advisor.”
“Yeah, Eina is a genuinely good person!” Furina nodded vigorously, her twin-tails bouncing. She already held a great deal of affection for the half-elf, especially since Eina had respectfully addressed her as ‘Goddess Focalors’ from the very beginning without a hint of doubt.
As night fell over the sprawling labyrinth city, the Focalors Familia finally had a true home.
The next morning, pale sunlight filtered through the slightly dusty windows of their new living room, casting mottled spots of gold across the wooden floorboards.
The rich, warm scent of freshly baked bread permeated the air as they gathered around the small wooden table for a simple breakfast.
“We need to go buy equipment today,” Noah said, setting his cup down. His tone was calm, already focused on the tasks ahead.
Robin nodded, her lake-green eyes clear and steady. There was no fear in her gaze, only a quiet seriousness. Beside them, Furina took small, happy bites of a sweet cake, indistinctly cheering them on through mouthfuls of frosting.
After clearing the table, Noah and Robin left the house and handled their way toward the 8th District. Their destination was a branch shop of the Hephaestus Familia—the most prestigious forging Familia in Orario, and arguably the entire world. Their storefronts were scattered across every corner of the city.
The specific branch Noah chose was modest. The storefront was narrow, the exterior decor purely functional. It was clearly aimed at lower-level adventurers who were operating on tight budgets.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a wave of heat and a unique, sharp scent washed over them—a heavy blend of hot metal, machine oil, and bitter coolant.
The interior was cramped, the walls lined floor-to-ceiling with an array of weapons and armor. Longswords, daggers, heavy battle axes, boiled leather armor, and steel chainmail hung in dense rows. While the craftsmanship of these mass-produced items was relatively simple, every single piece glimmered with a cold, practical edge.
Because their current funds were strictly limited, Noah’s selection process was ruthless and pragmatic. He bypassed the flashy displays and chose a standard one-handed longsword that offered the right balance of length and weight for his grip. To pair with it, he selected a set of lightweight leather armor that focused on mobility over heavy defense.
When it came to outfitting Robin, however, his standards shifted entirely.
He ignored the bargain bins and eventually purchased a beautifully crafted white wax wood staff. It featured a smooth, polished shaft with excellent magic conductivity, topped with a high-quality cyan magic stone embedded securely in the wood. It wasn’t a top-tier artifact by any means, but among beginner equipment, it was a genuinely fine piece of work.
The price of Robin’s staff alone nearly exceeded the total cost of Noah’s entire weapon and armor set combined.
“Only with complete preparation can one cope with anything,” Noah murmured, looking at the hefty receipt. His heart remained perfectly calm; it was an investment in their survival.
Fully geared, they did not waste a single moment. They left the 8th District and headed straight back to the Guild headquarters.
When Eina saw the two of them walk into the lobby wearing their new armor and carrying their weapons, a heartfelt sigh of relief escaped her lips. A genuine smile broke across her face.
“That’s wonderful. You really didn’t ignore my advice.”
She quickly ushered them back into the familiar private consultation room, pulling out a stack of fresh documents.
“You have no idea how many reckless newcomers think the Dungeon is just child’s play. They rush in without even bothering to prepare decent equipment. Adventurers like you, who actually put my mind at ease, are far too rare.”
Still smiling, she spread a detailed, hand-drawn map across the table and began their final orientation.
“…From the first to the fifth floor of the Dungeon, the primary monsters you will encounter are Goblins and Dungeon Lizards. Their attack patterns are very simple and predictable. However, once you descend to the sixth floor, you will face your first real test: War Shadows. They are incredibly fast, highly skilled at launching sneak attacks from the dark, and are widely recognized as ‘newbie killers’…”
Eina explained the ecology of the upper floors with extreme precision, listing every known danger, trap, and monster habit one by one.
Noah sat quietly, committing every piece of precious information to memory. He fully accepted and appreciated Eina’s goodwill. Yet, beneath his calm exterior, he knew better than anyone that the trials they were about to face would not be solved by the standard answers written on Guild parchment.
The unique skill resting within his soul, `[The Abyss That Gazes Back]`, had already destined him and his Familia to walk a completely different path of Trailblaze.