Michael watched the driver leave before turning his gaze toward the outer city.
With thoughts flashing through his mind, he observed his surroundings as he made his way toward the inn where he had slept the previous night—the same place where he had told the two youths who submitted to him to meet him.
'I wonder if they're there,' Michael thought.
Whatever the case, it wouldn't hurt to check.
As long as he stayed at the inn for a while, he should be able to see them—unless, of course, they had truly run away.
That was what Michael thought—until he suddenly came to a pause.
A moment later, he changed direction.
The Hunter's Guild.
Michael recalled the quest he had submitted.
Though the reward money no longer mattered much—thanks to the wealth he had seized from the bandits—his hunter level was a different story.
Ensuring that his completed task was properly recorded was important.
Michael pushed open the doors of the Hunter's Guild, stepping inside.
