Gregor strolled through the Gryphon District, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat. His pace was steady but unhurried, boots striking the stone with a rhythm he had memorized over the past few months.
The district buzzed with more noise than he remembered. Or perhaps it was just that he was more attuned to it now.
Voices overlapped in the streets, merchants shouted prices with practiced enthusiasm, and Adventurers passed by in pairs or alone, their polished armor gleaming and weapons proudly displayed at their sides.
The Adventurer Guild had transformed this place. No,...he had transformed this place. That thought trailed behind him like an unshakeable shadow, no matter how often he tried to ignore it.
When the Guild first opened its doors, Gryphon District had been little more than a crossroads for laborers and second-rate shops. Now it felt… alive. Too alive.
