The Adventurers' Guild of Mystveil was a beacon of activity even as the evening deepened. Its towering wooden doors stood open, spilling warm light and the hum of voices into the cool night air. Inside, the scene was as lively as ever. Adventurers of all shapes and sizes filled the room—some huddled in groups over tables laden with maps and tankards, others standing near the quest board, arguing over which missions to tackle next.
Lunara and I stepped through the threshold, drawing a few glances our way. Bloodied clothes, disheveled hair, and the faint scent of iron clinging to us likely told a story far louder than our steps. Still, we walked with purpose, weaving through the crowd toward the reception desk.
Behind the counter stood Elena, her auburn hair catching the light as she sorted through a stack of papers. She glanced up as we approached, her professional demeanor faltering for just a moment as her eyes widened.
"Back already? And in... that state?"
