The lounge area of the Adventurer Guild existed in a peculiar pocket of tranquility, deliberately separated from the bustling activity of the rest of the building.
Beyond the reception desk and the constant flow of adventurers and commissioners, this corner felt almost timeless. Soft amber light streamed through tall windows set high along the stone wall, with glass treated to diffuse sunlight into a warm, steady glow rather than harsh glare.
The polished floor showed no signs of wear despite the heavy traffic nearby, and the low hum of conversation in the Guild Hall faded here into a distant murmur.
Sage reclined on one of the sofas, his posture relaxed yet alert. One arm draped casually over the backrest while his fingers curled loosely as if poised to spring into action at any moment. A cup of tea sat untouched on the table before him.
