Date: TC1853.07.14 — Morning
Location: Seven Peaks — Training Grounds
The Guild messenger arrived at dawn.
Taron noticed him first—a young man in the distinctive grey-and-gold uniform of the Mercenary Guild's official courier corps, riding a formation-powered transport cycle that hummed to a stop at the main gate. The gatehouse formations pulsed green, reading peaceful intent, and within minutes, the messenger was being escorted across the compound toward the training grounds where the core team had gathered for morning drills.
"Looks official," Jace observed, lowering the practice blade he'd been using to work through defensive forms. A single Moonveil Blossom hovered near his shoulder, its petals catching the early light. "Guild seal on the document case. Whatever that is, it's not a routine supply contract."
