Arden's party broke away from Boro's wagons once they reached the heart of Greyhold.
Boro gave them one last nod of thanks before rolling his caravan toward the merchant quarters, while Arden led his group straight toward the Guild hall where their mission had first begun.
The wide doors of the Guild creaked open as they stepped inside. Conversations dimmed, eyes turned, and whispers carried quickly through the room. The masked man, the dual affinity users, and the flame beast, tales of them had already raced faster than the wagons that carried them here. Some watched with awe, others with doubt, but all were curious.
They walked to the reception desk where the same thin-faced clerk sat. His lips pressed into a thin line when he saw them. Arden tilted his head slightly, catching the irritation hidden behind the man's fake smile.
"You're back," the receptionist said flatly, glancing at the papers in front of him. "Alive. Surprising."
