The early afternoon sun bathed Elandra in golden light as Inigo and Lyra approached the Adventurer's Guild. The stone and wood building stood tall and sturdy, its arched entrance flanked by banners bearing the Eldrath crest—a silver stag against a forest green background. Adventurers came and went, some battered from recent missions, others loitering with mugs of ale and loud laughter. But Inigo and Lyra bypassed the bustle, heading straight inside.
The guild hall was its usual organized chaos—requests posted on boards, clerks scribbling in ledgers, adventurers haggling over bounties. At the center, the reception desk was manned by Elise, who looked up as they approached.
"Inigo. Lyra," she said with a faint smile. "Right on time. The Guildmaster's waiting for you upstairs."
"Hopefully with coffee," Inigo muttered, brushing imaginary flour off his apron. He was still technically on break.
