If monsters were the only threat in this world, life would be a lot simpler.
That was the first realization Boren came to as the morning unfolded.
By the time the sun had fully risen, the Guild Hall had shifted from a place of wonder into something much more intimidating.
The spacious hall buzzed with activity, Adventurers weaving between the Mission Board, voices blending into a low, constant hum. But it was the line forming at the receptionist desk that made Boren's palms damp with sweat.
Commissioners had arrived. They came in various forms: some were merchants clad in fine clothes, their rings glinting as they gestured animatedly; others wore travel-stained cloaks, their faces etched with exhaustion and desperation.
A few stood too straight and composed, their eyes sharp and calculating in a way that made Boren's instincts prickle, though he didn't yet understand why.
