'Gray Ring… Is there a special meaning in it?' Rayven mused as Stella led him up the stairs into one of the guild's private meeting rooms.
Stella didn't enter and just gestured for him to enter.
Inside were four figures waiting for him…
The first thing that Rayven did was to look at their hands.
'Ahh… They're wearing it.' Rayven thought as he bowed slightly to the older group. They seemed to be in their 20s after all.
They were Silver-Rank adventurers, but unlike the rowdy groups that Rayven would normally find downstairs, their presence seemed very professional.
The man at the head of the table rose when they entered.
"Rayven, is it?" he asked…
"I'm Drosk, captain of the Gray Ring. These are my friends."
He gestured to each in turn.
The woman with light leather armor gave a nod. "Emma. The team's scout."
Next was a lean man with a bow resting across his lap. "Hale. Hunter." He didn't smile, but his nod was polite enough.
