Sunlight streamed through the high windows of the Adventurer Guild Hall, casting broad, golden bands across the polished marble floors and creating long shadows from the stone pillars that lined the hall.
Dust motes floated lazily in the air, sparkling like fragments of a dream as the low hum of voices grew louder with each passing moment, welcoming Adventurers trickling in from the streets outside.
Even after witnessing the transformation firsthand, Sage felt a lingering disbelief every time he gazed at the hall. This place had evolved beyond a mere shop; it now stood as an institution.
Shaking his head slightly, Sage positioned himself a few meters away from Boren, who stood nervously in front of the reception desk.
For several minutes, Sage had been trying to explain Boren's upcoming responsibilities, but it was clear he was struggling to grasp them.
