The second-floor meeting rooms of the Guild were much quieter than the hall below.
Thick wooden doors blocked out most of the noise from the tavern.
A round table stood in the center, with simple chairs arranged around it. The room itself wasn't big compared to the more luxurious rooms that cost more to use, but it was large enough to house their entire faction. It left the rest of their group standing, while the leaders sat around the table.
A single lantern hung overhead, casting steady light over the parchment Paul laid down.
"So we are supposed to hunt down trolls? Bailey leaned forward over the information.
"I asked around, and I heard trolls that travel in packs are supposed to be considered B rank at least. Is this really sa-"
A firm knock sounded against the door, interrupting Bailley.
The room quickly went quiet.
Raven glanced toward one of her members, who was closest to open the door.
Standing outside was a woman; none of them needed to be introduced.
