The Astelvern Town Guild was lively as ever.
In the sprawling open-plan tavern section occupying the right wing of the massive hall, hundreds of Adventurers were celebrating another day of survival.
The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and ale.
Humans in battered iron armor sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Beastkin of various races… broad-shouldered bear-kin slamming tankards, and nimble fox-kin counting their copper coins.
Even a few elegant Elves, draped in their signature woven cloaks, were tucked into the quieter corner booths, drinking down some high-proof liquor or dining on genuinely good food.
Behind the main counters of the biggest Adventuring Town of the Empire, there were countless receptionists in place behind their designated stations.
Some attended directly to the long lines of exhausted Adventurers looking to cash in their daily hunts, while some were free furiously stamping documents and organizing quest parchments.
