Uncontrolled laughs and a strong waft of alcohol.
Those were the first sensory information about the Adventurer Guild that came to Rubra's mind.
She thoroughly enjoyed the joyous and lively experience of the Grand Plaza.
If there she found the dynamic energy of life, here the impression she got was different.
Moments after, Eric advanced, the two of them at his sides.
Rubra could feel their eyes sizing them up.
For a moment, there was almost silence in the guild.
The loudest sound became their rhythmic steps on the creaky wood planks of the floor.
This habitat was full of energy, as in the Grand Plaza, but what she felt wasn't joy: it was the thirst for blood, a predator hunting to survive another day.
Laughs, alcohol was just a way for them to cope with the constant danger of death their work exposed them to.
Those hungry eyes tried analyzing their power like hoods and clothes didn't exist.
That kind of wall couldn't hide anything from a warrior.
