The estate of Baron Fumiya stood at the edge of the South District. It had an iron gate and a line of carefully trimmed hedges, making it quite easy to find…
The manor itself was modest by noble standards. It only had two stories, stone walls, and a tiled roof, but the guards stationed at the entrance made it clear that status mattered more than size.
Rayven approached on foot, his coat buttoned, and his guild token was in his palm. The guards spotted him early. One of them stepped forward, with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Halt," the man said. "This is private property. State your business."
Rayven stopped a few paces away. "I'm here for the healing request. Adventurers Guild."
The guard looked him over. He was simply too young to even know about medicine or healing magic… "You?"
Rayven already expected this much and nodded. He then held up his silver-rank token, something that he couldn't replicate so easily…
