Caleb followed Markus and the rest of the group to the registration desk inside the adventurer's guild. A clerk handed him a stack of forms to fill out. Each sheet asked for different details: name, age, role, and experience. Caleb picked up a pen and began the process.
'Alright, let's get this sorted out,' Caleb thought to himself. 'Name: George. Age: Well, more than most here would guess. Role: Blacksmith and occasional fighter. Experience: More years than these kids have been alive.' He chuckled to himself, filling out each section carefully. As he wrote, he felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia. 'It's been a while since I've done anything like this. Feels good to be part of a team again.'
As Caleb handed the completed forms back to the clerk, the group gathered around, curious. "So, Caleb, what tier are you?" Rolf asked with a casual grin, expecting him to say "Bronze" like most of them.
