The atmosphere in Fernwood grew heavy with anticipation as multiple forces converged upon the small village. The king's elite soldiers moved with precision, their presence unnoticed by the villagers, their eyes scanning the streets for any sign of their target.
Simultaneously, the Veiled Order's operatives blended into the shadows, their movements swift and silent. They communicated through discreet signals, coordinating their efforts to trap Canna and Kael.
Inside the Adventurer's Guild, Canna and Kael were finalizing the paperwork for Canna's ID. The guild master, an elderly man with a kind demeanor, handed Canna the completed card. "Welcome to the guild, Canna. This ID will serve you well in your travels. If you need any assistance, don't hesitate to ask."
Canna thanked the guild master, slipping the card into his pocket. He turned to Kael, a sense of accomplishment evident on his face. "I guess we're officially part of the world now."
