The morning sun gradually rose above the rooftops of Greyvale City, casting its warm glow over the wide streets and tall stone buildings of the Adventurer District.
The air was filled with the enticing aroma of fresh bread from nearby bakeries, mingling with the faint metallic scent of weapons and armor that always accompanied Adventurers in their gatherings.
Just a few weeks prior, this district had resembled a battlefield; broken wood, cracked stones, shattered tables, and scorched walls had marred the compound of the Adventurer Guild.
Many believed it would take months for the Guild to recover from such devastation, but reality proved otherwise. Now standing proudly at the heart of the district, the Guild Hall had been completely rebuilt, stronger and cleaner than before, with smooth stone walls gleaming brightly in the sunlight as if no destruction had ever occurred.
