The following afternoon, the atmosphere inside the Adventurer Guild Headquarters was considerably different from usual.
While the main hall remained as lively as ever, with adventurers crowding around the mission boards, attendants processing registrations, and the occasional argument breaking out over mission rewards, the meeting chamber on the upper floor had been closed to visitors.
Two Guild guards stood outside its entrance, having received strict instructions that nobody was to interrupt the meeting without an exceptionally good reason.
Inside the chamber, Sage Alistair sat at the head of a long wooden table, casually sipping tea while the others examined the documents spread before them.
