The Adventurers' Guild was alive with activity, its stone walls echoing with the hum of voices, clinking tankards, and the rustle of parchment. Brightly burning sconces bathed the hall in warm light, contrasting sharply with the growing shadows outside. Adventurers of all stripes moved between tables and the quest board, their conversations punctuated with bursts of laughter or the sharp tones of heated strategy debates.
Caelum and Lunara stepped through the heavy wooden doors, their entrance unnoticed in the bustling commotion. Caelum's gaze swept across the room, noting the mix of familiar faces and newcomers drawn to Mystveil for the festival.
"Back at last," a voice called out, drawing their attention. Elena, the guild's receptionist, waved them over from her post at the counter. Her auburn hair gleamed in the firelight as she offered a welcoming smile.
"You two have a habit of slipping off into trouble. What did you get yourselves into this time?"
