The names, the alliances, the tension between factions… He listened to all of it as he pieced together the bigger picture.
Just like what the Guildmaster had mentioned, the 17th Dungeon wasn't just a local discovery anymore. It was becoming a battlefield of influence of those large organizations from the capital.
'Even Crown Prince himself is sending people…' he mused silently.
He was sure that there would be a lot of local adventurer recruitment to fill their numbers soon.
In any case, he dipped the last piece of bread into his stew and finished the meal, still pretending not to care…
'Well, if they see my mayonnaise, maybe I can collaborate with them to earn more or something?' He thought.
When he finished, he stacked his dishes neatly and stood up.
"How much?" he asked the woman.
"Sixty coppers…" she said with a smile while wiping the counter. "A bit pricey for some, but the meat's fresh today."
Rayven nodded and carefully counted out the coins from his pouch.
