Arthur pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Adventurers Guild. It creaked loudly, filling the grand hall with a resonant echo. Inside, the guild bustled with activity. The air was thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and a faint hint of ale. Casia walked beside him, her eyes scanning the room with quiet curiosity. Despite her calm demeanor, there was a hint of tension in her posture.
The guild hall was a large, open space with high ceilings supported by wooden beams. Various weapons and trophies decorated the walls. Adventurers of all sorts were busy: warriors sharpening their swords, mages discussing spells, and rogues slipping through the crowd, their eyes ever-watchful.
As Arthur and Casia approached the reception desk, several adventurers glanced their way. Some looked on with casual disinterest, while others seemed openly curious. The desk was manned by a woman in her late twenties with short auburn hair and sharp eyes. She looked up from her ledger.
