The Mercenary Guild was even more packed than the last time I'd been here. Fucking bustling.
The Capital Branch of the Mercenary Guild had been pretty dry for a few months, but recently there’d been a massive influx of new recruits.
So, the place was a mix of everything, from wide-eyed kids who looked fresh off the farm to veteran mercenaries from other regions. All of them scrambling to pick up missions.
And then, off to one side of the guild, there was a group exuding an aura that kept the other mercenaries at bay.
A mercenary group. Reeking of blood, they’d staked out a spot in the tavern area, making it clear they weren't looking for company.
“Hey, long time no see.”
“Ah, Kaine.”
Yep. Jebeon and his crew.
“What have you been up to?”
The atmosphere around them felt… heavy. Like they’d just crawled out of some warzone...
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