Xavier had just tucked the A‑rank goblin quest parchment into his cloak when he turned toward the guild's heavy doors. The hall was still buzzing with disbelief, adventurers whispering about the audacity of a newly registered black human taking on such a mission. Aria walked beside him, her expression cool, her presence commanding.
" I need to leave for the place now." He muttered, as he walked through the heavy doors.
He was just about to order a carriage when he heard a voice behind him.
"Excuse me, Sir."
Xavier stopped then turned around to meet a man and a woman standing behind him.
The man was tall and broad‑shouldered, his armor worn but well‑kept, the steel polished despite the dents of past battles. His hair was dark and tied back, his jaw square, his eyes steady with the calm of someone who had seen bloodshed and survived it. A longsword hung at his hip, its hilt wrapped in leather, the blade nicked from use.
