The Guild Hall had settled into a rhythm that felt almost natural now.
Sage still marveled at how much the Guild had grown. Not long ago, silence reigned here, dusty corners, empty chairs and tables, and the Mission Board stood as a lonely slab of wood, more promise than purpose.
Now, the air was thick with energy; voices overlapped in low, steady currents. Boots crossed the polished stone floor confidently rather than hesitantly. The scent of metal, parchment, and faint traces of blood mingled together, not unpleasantly, but as proof that work was being done.
Sage felt a deep satisfaction with the progress of the Guild. He had come a long way, from being unceremoniously dumped in an alley by some unknown god to awakening a system and finally building the Guild to its current size.
It hadn't been easy. While it wasn't perfect yet, at least it was on the right track; as long as he followed his plan, everything would be fine.
