The Office — One Floor Below
The adventurer found the guild master at his desk.
Young kid — the youngest in the current roster, still carrying the slightly-anxious energy of someone who had not yet been on enough missions to replace anxiety with resignation.
"Guild master." He shifted his pack. "We're ready to depart. If we don't move now we'll miss the northern checkpoint before it closes for the night."
Santora sat with his hands flat on the desk.
"I know," he said.
He did not move.
The adventurer waited.
"Guild master."
Santora exhaled.
The long, slow exhale of a man releasing something he had been holding for a very long time. Not all of it. Just enough to stand.
He stood.
Took his sword from the rack.
Buckled it.
Looked at the ceiling.
