After some time, Rayven left the marketplace and visited the Adventurer's Guild.
The hall was filled with activity. There were several groups of people discussing their missions, their experience with some beast-hunting tasks, while others were actually having meals.
Rayven smelled the scent of roasted meat and cheap ale from the tavern side of the guildhouse.
Despite the atmosphere, Rayven blended in almost too well. He doesn't look like a magician anyway.
He wasn't wearing a mage's robe or carrying a staff that could point him as a mage.
Still, because of his lack of sword, leather armor, or any adventuring tools or equipment, he just seemed like a newbie or someone who would be making a mission request instead.
"Master Rayven…" Calder muttered beside him, clearly unhappy. He couldn't help but frown after seeing the rowdy guildhall filled with brawny men.
"Are you certain you wish to dismiss me here? This place looks unsafe." He softly said.
