A few heads lifted and tired eyes sharpened when the explorer mentioned the destination.
The Explorers Guild.
Even in the slums, that name carried weight.
Arthur rose with the others, slipping his empty bowl into a crate before adjusting the strap of his pouch. His body still ached and his muscles felt thick and heavy, yet the dull edge of exhaustion had softened enough for him to move and think without fighting himself.
They followed the explorer through stone corridors that gradually widened until the passage opened into a massive interior complex carved directly into the bedrock beneath Grimwatch.
Torches lined the walls, and pale blue crystals embedded into metal brackets provided steady light. People moved everywhere.
Explorers in different armor styles passed by. Merchants pushed small carts stacked with goods. Apprentices carried crates of supplies between sections.
Arthur's gaze wandered as they walked.
