Even at this time of the night, the camp was full of noise and activity. Dozens of adventurers were happily sitting by the firepits cooking up food while partaking in alcohol. Vendors were open as well, barely anyone here was asleep. Adventuring was not your standard 9 to 5 job. Commonly the monsters they sought or herbs they hunted only revealed themselves at night.
Frost entered from the south side, one of only two entrances. This was the area where the guards in charge of the camp resided as well as the camp managers. Frost had a few questions in regards to prices for the shelter as well as some local tips. He also fancied taking a look at the notice board in the centre of the camp, perhaps he already had some materials that people were looking for.
On shift at this time was camp manager Stuart, he was currently at his desk going over some daily reports. His head was already aching from the endless documents splayed across his desk.
