In the afternoon.
Marcus was summoned by the adventurer's guildmaster. He stood in front of his desk with the guildmaster looking back at him with an inquisitive look as if this is their first time doing it.
"How did you do it?" he simply asked.
"Did what?" Adrian asked.
"Annihilated the entire wyvern's nest. The party that was sent there verified the site and it looked like a powerful multiple explosion magic had struck the entire ridge," the guildmaster continued, fingers resting on the edge of the desk. "Not a single intact structure left. The overhang collapsed. The nest gone. Multiple impact points across the surface. That is not something a normal spellcaster produces."
"Did what?" Marcus repeated with an even voice.
The guildmaster studied him for a second longer, then exhaled slowly.
"Don't play with me," he said. "I've been doing this long enough to know the difference between exaggeration and fact. My men saw it. They described it in detail."
