Chapter 79 – Weighing the Hunt
The adventurer guild's hall buzzed with the usual evening noise—mugs clinking, laughter, the scrape of boots against stone floors, and the low rumble of mercenaries comparing scars and boasts.
At the far side, behind a long, polished counter, sat a line of receptionists in the guild's formal dress: crisp white blouses tucked into deep-blue vests stitched with golden trim, paired with skirts cut just above the knee, with black stockings and polished leather shoes. The woman Ethan and Lirael approached looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her chestnut hair was tied neatly into a side braid, her round spectacles framing intelligent hazel eyes. She had the calm, composed aura of someone used to dealing with both rowdy adventurers and high-stakes paperwork.
She glanced up from her ledger as the pair stopped before her desk. Her lips curved into a professional smile.
"Good evening, adventurers. How may I assist you today?"
