By noon, the Guild Hall was buzzing with more energy than it had seen in weeks. It wasn't due to an influx of missions or the appearance of a rare beast in the outer forest; rather, word had spread through the Adventurer District like wildfire.
The Guildmaster was awake. He had walked down the stairs on his own two feet. He stood in the main hall, smiling as if nothing in this world could bring him down.
Adventurers who had already set out on morning missions returned early upon hearing the news. Those resting in nearby taverns rushed in with wide eyes and hurried steps.
Even merchants and travelers, who typically had no reason to enter the Guild Hall, lingered at the entrance, eager to confirm that the rumors were true.
Inside, the rebuilt structure stood strong and polished, its scars from previous attacks now hidden beneath reinforced beams and fresh stone. Banners hung high, brighter than ever before, and the Mission Board was once again filled with neatly pinned dockets.
