- One Hour Earlier.
Luger stumbled out of the Guild's infirmary while leaning his entire dead weight on Laro's scaly shoulder.
His chest was wrapped tight in layers of bandages with healing jellies beneath, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony of his shattered pride.
He walked with his head down to hide his face from the passing adventurers while his party members formed a protective wall around him.
He had been robbed of his prized sword, humiliated in front of the entire Adventurer's Guild, and forced to surrender to a rookie.
So just like the small man he was, he went to the only place he knew he could possibly get his revenge.
He limped away from the main thoroughfare, dragging his team into a narrow, sunless alley that ran behind the Guild's waste disposal chutes.
It was a place that smelled of rotting garbage and dried blood where a trio of the kind of people Luger wished he was sat in the shadows.
