The morning sun spilled into Velria like molten gold, washing over slate rooftops and catching on the high banners that rippled in the breeze. The city was already awake, its heartbeat strong—merchants hawking goods, guards changing shifts, adventurers heading to their guilds. Saeko emerged from the Crescent Moon Inn rested and alert, her katana strapped across her back as always.
Her destination this morning was not the Adventurer's Guild. She had heard whispers of another establishment, one less bound by contracts and rules: the Mercenary Guild. Unlike adventurers, mercenaries weren't bound to strict ranks or missions—coin ruled their loyalty, and reputation carved their place in Velria's hierarchy.
