Sage and the others turned as the familiar sound of hurried footsteps echoed across the polished marble floor.
Boren came jogging toward them, his cheeks slightly flushed and short breaths escaping his lips as he clutched a stack of freshly stamped guild notices under his arm.
Despite the sweat on his brow, an unmistakable brightness sparkled in his eyes, a genuine enthusiasm that hadn't been there before he entered the Adventurer Guild's world.
"Boss," he called out, slowing to a stop before Sage. "The outside is packed with Adventurers. Some are already arguing about the new facilities that have popped up."
Sage let out a small breath of amusement. "These guys really can't let me take a break."
Boren then noticed the unfamiliar presence beside Gregor. His words faltered, and a faint red crept up his neck as he glanced at Lyana.
For several seconds, he simply stared.
Sage cleared his throat loudly.
