The three women walked down Arvalen's main street, the city's hustle and bustle growing with each step. The sun was already beginning to set, tinting the sky with orange and purple hues that reflected in the windows of the houses and the banners hanging from their facades. Anticipation grew among them as they approached the famous Freedom Guild—an imposing gray stone building with tall, arched windows, and a blue flag flying proudly over the entrance, bearing a silver symbol resembling an eagle in flight.
Sylphie watched the hustle and bustle around her, the guards at the door, the occasional adventurer coming and going, and the almost palpable energy of the place, which seemed to pulse with stories and secrets.
"We're here," Irelia announced, her eyes shining.
