The Mistvale Adventurer's Guild.
A towering five-story structure that dominates the plaza, its architecture both imposing and grand. Massive stone columns flank the entrance, and the entire building hums with the energy of warriors, mages, and rogues alike.
Adventurers of all shapes and sizes—humans and Furrens—mill about the front, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony of chatter, laughter, and clinking metal. Some are clad in gleaming armor, their weapons polished and sharp. Others wear flowing robes, mysterious and poised. Their presence alone radiates experience, power, and a lifetime of battle.
The sheer sight of so many seasoned fighters makes my heart race as we approach the entrance.
Eris pauses at the giant wooden doors, then turns to me. "Are you ready?"
I nod.
Though, deep down, I have no idea if I am.
My palms feel clammy, my heart pounding, but I follow her inside nonetheless.
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