The Next Morning – Guild Hall
The warm scent of fresh ink, old wood, and baked bread filled the Adventurer's Guild hall.
Sunlight streamed through stained-glass windows depicting heroes of ages past, each with weapons raised toward some ancient, unseen enemy.
Luka stood in front of the mission board, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. A few lower-rank adventurers whispered behind him, unsure whether to approach or give him space. Most wisely chose the latter.
"Guildmaster wants to see you upstairs," a clerk said, approaching with a nervous smile and a clipboard clutched to her chest. "Said it's a personal request."
Luka gave a short nod and turned without a word.
Upstairs, the noise of the main hall faded away. The second floor was quieter, lined with bookshelves, record logs, and magical scrolls sealed behind enchanted glass. At the far end sat a wide office, the door slightly ajar.
Inside, the Guildmaster was waiting.
