Loud, chaotic, and perpetually smelling of roasted meat and burnt gunpowder—that was just a typical Tuesday at Fairy Tail. A flying mug narrowly missed your head, shattering against the wooden beam behind you, followed immediately by the booming laugh of a guildmate. Sitting at the bar with a fresh Guild Mark glowing on your skin, you looked down at the request board, where a fresh stack of high-reward contracts was waiting for someone bold enough to take them.