People gathered from early morning on the street where the guild's main facilities were clustered.
To preempt the good missions.
To prepare for expeditions.
To conduct business with the mercenaries who gathered there.
And among them, the building where people gathered the earliest was the Mercenary Recruitment Center.
A place that was the most active, yet filled with the deepest sense of tension.
Countless unaffiliated mercenaries sat on chairs in the waiting room, glancing around and gauging one another's presence.
Some observed the passersby incessantly with anxious expressions, while others sat staring straight ahead, pretending to be composed. Still, others spent their time sighing with their heads bowed.
The ways they spent their time varied, but they were all gathered here for the same purpose.
They were rookie mercenaries who had yet to find a mercenary group.
