Mercenary Guild.
This was a massive two-story building. The first floor was furnished with round tables and chairs, and served drinks and meat. In the center of the hall, a huge posting board hung, displaying an array of temporary task assignments.
From the simplest lost and found tasks, bodyguard assignments, everything was clearly outlined.
Of course, there were also dishonorable assassination missions which were not officially permitted, yet they too were secretly assigned.
Adventurers or mercenaries, as they were, were hallowed entities of tumultuous force. If the fee was right, there was nothing they wouldn't dare to do.
Second floor, in the chairman's office,
Heraclitus observed this hustle and bustle with great satisfaction.
But just then, he caught sight of a group of people out of the corner of his eye, souring his mood instantly.
