The carriage rolled into a quiet, lantern-lit village just as the sun began to peek over the horizon. After renting a modest room at the local inn and carefully laying the unconscious Flinn on the bed—with Anthierin staying behind to keep a close eye on the thief—Lexel quickly found himself painfully bored.
Sitting around playing nurse wasn't in his nature. Lexel stepped out of the inn and wandered down the waking dirt streets until he spotted a weathered wooden signboard hanging above a sturdy stone building: Talon Guild.
Lexel pushed the heavy doors open, stepping into the rustic, quiet hall. He walked straight up to the front counter, where a stern-looking old lady was sorting through thick stacks of parchment.
"Got any quests or something to kill around here?" Lexel asked lazily, leaning his broad shoulders against the wooden counter.
