Zaber tucked the bees into his inner pocket and walked toward the door. From what he had heard, the Adventurers' Guild could make exceptions for registration. By doing so, he could conceal the lack of documents and gain entry to the Merchants' Guild as well, he reasoned.
He left the inn, slung his sword across his back, and headed toward the Adventurers' Guild. The streets were still quiet, the first light of day slowly descending. After walking for a few minutes, he arrived at the place he had visited the previous night. Without hesitation, he stepped inside and scanned the surroundings. The light falling upon him reflected off the enchanted containers, causing the guild walls, weapon racks, and various armaments to gleam faintly.
As he made his way toward the counter, he noticed several tables to the left of the entrance. Zaber glanced at them and thought:
"Probably for drinking after work. Humans seem inclined toward alcohol," he murmured to himself.
