Morning settled over the Adventurer District, buzzing with a vibrant energy that signaled the Guild had fully come back to life. The rebuilt Guild Hall stood tall and steady in the sunlight, its banners fluttering gently in the breeze as Adventurers flowed through the wide entrance in an unending stream.
Some arrived with dust still clinging to their boots from early morning missions, while others sported fresh weapons at their sides and eyes gleaming with anticipation for the day ahead.
Inside, the hall thrummed with a familiar rhythm: boots striking polished wood, low conversations swirling around the Mission Board, rustling parchment, chairs scraping against the floor, and receptionists calling out names in measured tones.
Adventurers gathered in clusters before the board, scanning rows of pinned Mission Dockets with focused expressions before selecting their targets and heading to the counter.
