Gu Bo was a thin and small old man. His white hair was a little sparse, but his dark-brown eyes were still spirited.
He wore a black tweed top and held a silver metal thermos in his hand. He pointed across the desk and said, "Have a seat, please."
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen nodded politely, pulled out a chair each, and sat down.
"How may I help you?" Gu Bo's Ashlandic accent was slightly different from the local dialect.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen determined that this local president of the Hunter's Guild was a first-generation or second-generation Tarnan resident from another area.
"President Gu, we have something to consult you on," Long Yuehong replied politely.
Gu Bo laughed. "Shouldn't you issue a mission first and let me decide if I want to accept it based on the payment? News or information is valuable."
