Ronan entered the office of the Guildmaster, his boots clicking softly on the wooden floor. Harvirk, the old Guildmaster, sat at his desk surrounded by shelves of old books, maps, and trophies from past adventures. He looked up from the parchment in his hands, a faint smile on his face.
"Hey kid," Harvirk greeted with his rough voice full of authority. "Take a seat."
Ronan nodded, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down. "Guildmaster. What's this about?"
The Guildmaster leaned back in his chair, looking at him for a few moments. "How does it feel to shake up the kingdom with just one escort mission?"
Ronan's face remained quite steady, his voice firm. "I don't care about that. All I know is I beat a strong man and left alive. That's what matters to me.
