Returning to the guild was always a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, it was home—a place of safety and camaraderie where we could let our guard down, even if just for a moment. On the other hand, it was where we received news, and news was rarely ever straightforward.
As we passed through the towering gates of the guild, the familiar sights and sounds greeted us. The clanging of swords being forged in the smithy, the boisterous laughter from the mess hall, and the distant hum of magical energy permeating the air. It was good to be back.
"Jade! Raven!" called a voice from the upper balcony. It was Gandalf, his bushy beard and twinkling eyes looking particularly pleased. "Get up here. We've got news."
