Nico ascended the winding stone steps as the muffled roar of the mob faded into a dull, thrum beneath his feet, before stepping back into the main Guild Hall, finding the vast space almost entirely empty.
The vast majority of the adventurers had abandoned their seats and drinks to crowd into the basement arena to watch the "Fresh Meat" get slaughtered, leaving only Guild's staff behind.
And the moment Nico and Nom-Nom stepped in, the bored glances of the clerks shifted instantly into wide-eyed stares at them.
Or rather, on what the duo was carrying.
Nico walked with his hands buried in the pockets of his Samue, looking like he had just returned from a pleasant stroll, while Nom-Nom looked like a walking armory.
The massive Greatsword was strapped to her back, the hilt rising well above her head like a steel antenna, while the curved sheath of the Kukri hung heavily from her waist.
The familiar weapons of Luger and his party were unmistakable.
