The sword hung for the waist was a very good way to deter any unwanted visitors. That was the first lesson he learned.
Calmly sitting in the big hall where the people were shouting, drinking and lining up, the boy looked quite out of place.
His clothes were not very expensive nor cheap. A unique sort of design that looked neither too eye-catching nor too downward. A perfect balance between high profile and under the radar.
Only someone with an eye for details can catch this anomaly. Unfortunately or fortunately for the boy, The Guild Master of the Adventurer Guild was looking straight at him from the second floor.
"Grand Master, how many will you send?"
Like waking from a trance the aged man looked at the envoy before him. Dressed in the most exceptionally exquisite fabric, along with accessories that undoubtedly cost a fortune, the teen sat with a grinning expression.
That smile along with the greedy look made the Guild Master disappointed in the Crown Prince.
