The Adventurer Guild Hall appeared deceptively tranquil. Sunlight poured through the tall, arched windows, illuminating motes of dust that floated lazily in the air.
The Mission Board was half-cleared, its remaining dockets fluttering gently whenever someone walked by.
Adventurers lounged on chairs and tables, some polishing weapons, others exchanging notes, while a few counted coins with a reverence usually reserved for money earned through blood and risk.
At the heart of it all, behind an upgraded receptionist desk that felt more like a command center than a simple counter, Sage reclined as if he had no urgent matters to attend to.
His chair tilted back slightly, balanced with casual precision on its rear legs. Both boots rested atop the desk, crossed at the ankles.
He wore golden-rimmed glasses, their intricate design adding an air of sophistication. In one hand, he held a thick book bound in dark leather: "A Song of Ice and Fire: Game of Thrones."
