The city was quiet. The streets were paved with stone, and there were far fewer people in the early morning. A gentle, cool breeze carried an unusual sensation. The kitten followed his steps closely, never straying from his side.
Zaber walked calmly along the road, yet his gaze always encompassed everything around him. The city appeared different from this angle: lights spilled from windows, people inside moved about their tasks, and in some places faint whispers could be heard. This city was mysterious, yet every secret it held offered him a piece of information.
He crossed the streets until he finally reached the location of the Adventurers' Guild. The guild building was not in the city center but tucked away at the end of a narrow alley, as though deliberately hidden from prying eyes. Yet it looked new and imposing. Above the entrance hung a sign—an equilateral triangle containing several intersecting slashes—an ancient emblem of the Adventurers' Guild.
