Approach the apron-clad woman

The guild hall was mostly quiet today, most members out on assignment or enjoying their free time elsewhere. Overall the hall had a rare sense of calmness. The serenity that permeated the room was quickly washed aside by a woman in an apron storming out of the kitchen.

"God damn Azrill and his fucking fish!" The woman Maia assumed to be a chef loudly muttered.

Since her moment of peace was ruined, and maybe just a bit because she was a sucker for a hot mess, Maia decided to see if she could help the blonde woman. She approaches the chef, who had added pacing angrily to her disgruntled muttering meltdown.

The woman was clearly upset and in a mood that Maia thought could only describe as 'huffy'. "Doesn't seem like she's going to calm down anytime soon, something must really be getting to her" Maia thinks in the few moments it takes her to intercept the chefs current walking path.

The chef stopped to look at Maia, while continuing to describe her current drama, apparently something called a 'fishap'. The change in audience only emboldened the blonde woman, who was rapidly unloading kitchen drama onto Maia which was promptly flying right over her head.

"I can't even be in the same kitchen as him right now" the chef says, pausing for the first time since Maia had started to listen.

"So?" The blonde chef questioned, slightly shrugging her head. "Who are you and what do you want?"

One awkward introduction and departure later and Maia was left again in the guild hall, wondering just how tightly wound that woman was, and mildly entertaining the thought of personally unwinding the tense blonde woman.