Nika tore through the streets of Greenspire with rage radiating from him like heat from a furnace.
People moved out of his way instinctively. Even adventurers lounging outside taverns immediately focused when he passed, some hands drifting toward weapons before recognizing him.
He pushed through the guild's entrance and the noise in the main hall immediately receded into murmurs.
Eyes followed Nika as he walked straight toward the stairs leading to the private wing he saw those men earlier.
"Sir, you can't…" A junior administrator stepped into his path, hands raised. Doing his best to intercept.
But—
Nika didn't slow down. Didn't touch him nor threatened him, just kept walking like he wasn't even there. The administrator stumbled backward and let him pass.
Garran followed, Lyssa trailing behind with uncharacteristic silence. They'd noticed Nika immediately he entered the guild and could tell he was fuming.
