As Caleb approached the adventurers' guild, he paused to take in the grandeur of its architecture—a striking blend of Victorian elegance and traditional Japanese design. The sprawling edifice was adorned with ornate woodwork and sweeping, curved rooftiles that shimmered under the afternoon sun. A massive mechanical clock, its gears intricately exposed, dominated the peak of the guild, ticking away the seconds with a steady, resonant clang.
Flanking the large double doors, a guard stood at attention, his attire stark against the elaborate backdrop. Dressed entirely in black, the figure resembled a knight from tales of old, a broadsword resting on his shoulder, its blade catching the light.
"What business does an old man have at the adventurers' guild?" the guard inquired, his tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism as he eyed Caleb. "Are you looking to become an adventurer?"
