A boy with spiky blonde hair had fainted at the counter of the adventurer's guild. The other receptionists were already working on moving the litter of unconscious adventurers to the floor above for them to be healed.
The biggest cause of injury amongst adventurers remained internal squabbles, and there were no visible signs of that changing anytime soon.
The blonde-haired boy groaned as the pain of his broken teeth stabbed through his head. He rested his hand on the counter and pulled himself up, but slipped and fell back.
From the counter, an envelope fluttered down, knocked off by his hand, and landed right atop his face.
"Huh?" the boy tilted his head, his jagged teeth reminiscent of a shark in full view.
When the pain coursing through his body mixed up with his natural stupidity, he ended up opening the envelope almost on reflex.
