The guild was just beginning to get some life in it.
The midday traffic began stopping by, searching for contracts, or simply drinking some ale.
Ennu sat behind the counter, flipping through a stack of reports, her expression unreadable. The pages turned at a steady pace.
Behind the bar, Adan leaned forward with his elbow on the counter, chin resting in his palm. He stared into the room as if waiting for something to break the silence.
The Guild Master sat apart from them, watching. He did not speak. He did not need to. Nothing happened in the guild without his notice.
A handful of adventurers lingered by the contract wall, voices low but tense as they argued over a single posting. The discussion grew sharper, words edging toward confrontation.
Hanitz looked up.
The argument died where it stood. No threats. No apology. The adventurers turned back to the board in silence, suddenly far more interested in other contracts.
He let the silence sit for longer than necessary.
