Damien nodded and walked after her, leaving behind the murmurs of adventures who had already begun whispering among themselves.
A few minutes later, Damien was sitting calmly in a large private guild room.
This was the same room he was led into the last time he came here, and a familiar long table was stretched in front of him.
The table separated him from Susan, who sat directly across bim.
Behind her, stacked against the wall, were the numerous large bags containing the monster corpses the village guards had brought in.
They had been moved efficiently by the guild staff, though many were still catching their breath from the effort.
The scent of fresh monster blood faintly filled the room, though Susan kept a window slightly ajar to lessen it.
Damien leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression unreadable.
In his right hand was a pouch of coins. A heavy one.
The sound it made when he lifted it slightly was satisfying—thick, metallic, dense.
