Inside the office of the adventurers' guild, Nikos sat across from Balanir.
The room was thick with the smell of various scents, from the old parchment paper, iron, scrolls, to the high-end ales that was served for the two of them.
Balanir leaned back in his chair, giving Nikos a look of respect that few people could received from him.
"Ye've made quite the name for yourself, Sir Nikos," Balanir began, stroking his thick beard. "Word around Oakheart is that you've managed to chip away at the Alchemist Association's hold on the market there. Impressive feat, considering their reach."
Nikos smiled faintly, his posture relaxed, yet every movement calculated. Always aware of his surroundings, and Balanir's office was no different.
