Astrael, the hooded girl, and Tavric made their way to the guild's mission board a massive wooden structure covered in parchment scrolls, notices, and official seals. Lantern light flickered over the neatly scripted text and colored stamps indicating quest rank, rewards, and expiration dates.
Each quest was colour-coded by rank—green for F-rank, blue for E, and so on. There were even a few black scrolls sealed with red wax, far above his current qualification.
A few older adventurers loitered nearby, discussing choices in low voices. One mentioned avoiding night missions in the desert, while another flipped through a parchment about a cave full of ore-rich crystals.
He scanned the green sheets carefully, eyes focused.
Most F-rank tasks were typical: herb gathering, pest clearing, delivery escorts, or simple reconnaissance outside town borders. Not challenging, but mind-numbingly slow.
