The sun had just passed its zenith, casting long shadows across the cobbled road winding down from the mountains. Birds soared above, and the distant hum of the bustling city echoed faintly like a song calling him home. With steady steps, Alex walked the final stretch toward the massive gate of adventurer City: —his base, his stronghold, his current home.
The moment he passed the gate, the familiar sights and sounds of city greeted him like an old friend. Merchant stalls lined the stone-paved streets, colorful banners flapping in the warm breeze. Blacksmiths hammered metal in rhythm, their forges blazing bright. Children chased each other near fountains, adventurers roamed in groups sharing tales and laughs. Magic users demonstrated spells for coin, while mercenaries sat in front of taverns boasting about their latest kills.
But Alex's focus was singular. The Adventurer Guild.
