As he approached the grand building that housed the guild, Ashton's excitement turned to confusion as he saw someone being violently thrown out of the door. The figure rolled across the ground, coming to a stop at Ashton's feet.
Ashton looked down at the person, who was groaning in pain and clutching their side. It was a young man, with dark hair and a scruffy beard. He wore tattered clothes and had a wild look in his eyes.
"Are you alright?" Ashton asked, offering his hand to help the man up.
The man grunted and pushed Ashton's hand away, struggling to his feet on his own.
"I'm fine," he said, his voice hoarse. "Just a little disagreement with the guildmaster."
Ashton frowned, looking back at the door of the Adventurer's Guild. He wondered what kind of place it was if they were so quick to kick people out.
