Evelyn's side of the guild was in an uproar.
"Damn it, is Blood Gorge looking down on us? My Queen! Let's form a party for that Willitan Estate and clear the dungeon before they do!"
The outburst came from a rogue named Solo Dancer, who, true to his name, never missed a chance to stir the pot. As one of the guild's unofficial jesters, he had a knack for keeping things lively.
Rumor had it he was trying to pursue Evelyn, but Ryan had never seen even a flicker of chemistry between them. Solo Dancer might've claimed to be into her, but he never took any real steps beyond playful banter. It felt more like he was using Evelyn as a convenient excuse—either to boost his own image or deflect from something else.
Evelyn had personally invited him into the guild, but she spoke to him with the same tone she used for anyone else—blunt, casual, indifferent. That only added to Ryan's confusion.
