The Adventurers' Guild loomed ahead, its sturdy stone structure standing as a beacon of organization and opportunity within Mystveil. The engraved sigil of crossed swords and a shield above its wide double doors gleamed faintly in the sunlight, drawing adventurers, merchants, and curious townsfolk like moths to a flame.
As Lunara and I approached, the hum of activity within the guild grew louder—voices mingling in a chaotic symphony of chatter, laughter, and heated discussions over quests and bounties. A burly man carrying a stack of fliers brushed past us, his pace hurried as he shouted about an upcoming event at the guild's arena.
"Seems lively," I muttered, glancing at Lunara.
She nodded, her sapphire eyes scanning the entrance with her usual calm.
"It's... loud."
I smirked.
"Welcome to civilization."
