"Another succesful hunt. Har the ale will be on me!" A robust man donning a powerful plate armor, with a massive mace proclaimed.
"All you do is drink." A cloaked women retorted. Oddly enough she had a stick. Why would a human wield a stick? Arent goblins supposed to do that? (Omg Mr. Goblin is infecting my brain with stupidity halp.) Anyway, her hat was also pointed. What would a robed figure, with a pointed hat, and a long staff with a jewel at the top do? Most likely something along the lines of, "Cringey chant, then stereotypical fantasy magical spell." Yes, you are correct. This woman is a wizard! How smart you are! You deserve one breadstick.
This party of 11 or so adventerurs were currently cheering thesmelves on. In the large man's hand, was a sack chock full of goblin ears. This party had began their very profitable career as adventerurs, by clearing a small goblin nest near mossridge creek. After turning in their proof of extermination, they realised how much fame, money, and free ale they could get for hunting goblins. Everyone hated the little buggers, so ranging from a small village or a rich noble, a goblin hunt was always in high demand.
Returning to the city they greeted a young man in a guards uniform. They were welcomed back, as who didnt love the famous goblin slayers? They first approached the guild hall to turn in their bounty, but more importantly, to boast their feats. As per usual the atmosphere in the guild branch remained lively. A variety of people could be noticed within the buidling, all wearing unique armors and clothings. In essence, the guuld branch was always full of the most rowdy, unorganized, chaotic, and frankly insane adventurers. Fun. The entering group approached a odd little device in the corner of the room. Inserting the small contract, the machine pressed down and glowed a green hue. The machined opened, and now the contract had an oddly shaped seal. Thid seal, while inconspicuous, was in fact one of the greatest seals in the world. This was the official guild seal of all adventerurs. Its appearance long lost in ages of war, it has been used for millennia, only slightly changing.
The adventerur in his large and bulky armor smiled, and put his hand under a small metal tube. Quickly some noises could be heard, and a few assortmented coins landed in has palm. Who could've thought that his little run in with that goblin den a month ago could become this profitable.