The city of Vorah had a distinct smell—a sweet mix of flowers, rusty metal, and factory smoke in the streets. Even at dawn, the city seemed to be only half asleep, with numerous people waking up and heading to their jobs, seeking business, or simply surviving in the vast Duchy. Strax, Rogue, and Samira knew that creating a new guild here would be an immense challenge, not only because of the local authorities but also due to the guilds and factions that already had their claws deeply embedded in the social and economic structure of Vorah.
And that was just one problem... However, they were already beginning to think of ways to get around it.
