Kael stepped back toward the counter and picked up a pen. "Seris will record your names and team details. I'll have identification tokens made for you within the week. Until then, no official duties. Just stay alert, stay nearby."
Bram bowed again. "Understood."
The shop's doorbell chimed again.
He looked up.
Several men in polished armor entered, their boots clicking on the wooden floor. Their presence brought a chill of formality with them, a sharp contrast to the casual energy of adventurers browsing snacks and gear. Behind the guards came two figures: Mayor Lysandra and a tall young man with golden hair.
Everyone in the shop turned to look.
Kael's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the visitors. The young man moved with confidence, his posture straight and proud. The aura of noble blood was unmistakable.
The noble looked around with a faint smile, as if mildly impressed.
"Ah, so this is the shop I heard about," he said, his voice even and composed.
