The lounge felt oddly removed from the lingering chaos of the Guild Hall.
Beyond the expansive archway, the voices of Adventurers surged and receded like restless tides. There were bursts of laughter, sharp arguments, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor, and the constant rustling of pages as Guide Books were repeatedly turned.
Excitement pulsed in the air; the Guild had never been more vibrant.
Yet, within the building's more secluded corners, the atmosphere changed. The lounge was dimly lit by soft mana lamps set into the walls, casting a warm glow that stretched long shadows across the polished floor.
Plush couches formed a loose semicircle around a low obsidian table, and tall shelves hugging the far wall added to the cozy ambiance.
Sage lounged on the central couch, one arm draped languidly over its back, the other awkwardly pinned under a small, stubborn weight.
