Nico drummed his fingers against the counter, letting the receptionist's icy comment hang in the air for a long beat before he finally deigned to respond.
"Two new registrations," Nico replied flatly, completely ignoring the receptionist's comment as he pointed a thumb at Nom-Nom.
The dragon in question was currently peering at a nearby quest board, scanning the illustrations of monsters with a curious tilt of her head.
While the receptionist stared at him for a second, her professional mask cracking slightly at his nonchalance and the literal dragon standing behind him, before she let out a shaky sigh and bent down to retrieve the necessary paperwork.
Taking the brief reprieve, Nico leaned back against the counter to survey the room that was currently wishing for his demise.
The layout of the Guild was designed for efficiency, yet it buzzed with the chaotic energy of a tavern.
