The morning sun streamed through the tall arched windows of the Adventurer Guild Hall, casting a warm glow on the polished wood and golden-rimmed furniture. Excitement hung thick in the air.
The lively murmurs and the scent of metal and leather filled every corner, creating an atmosphere that felt electric with anticipation.
Adventurers, and commissioners packed the hall, buzzing with energy.
At the far end stood the enormous Mission Board,now twice its original size, adorned with Mission Dockets that showcased how far the Guild had come.
Weapons clinked against each other, boots scuffed on the floor, and laughter echoed as adventurers made friendly wagers about the outcomes of last week's competition that had taken Greyvale by storm.
In the midst of it all sat Sage,slouched in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, idly spinning a silver pen between his fingers.
