Duke's arrival drew the attention of the team members. The bald, burly Level 2 Mage merely glanced at him before giving a slight nod, and then paid no further attention.
The old, stern man scrutinized Duke a bit more closely, particularly lingering for a moment on the unassuming yet remarkably crafted Space Ring on his finger, also nodding in acknowledgment.
The other three Level 1 Mages also looked at him. The woman with Elf blood gave a slight, friendly smile, the man with glasses nodded somewhat awkwardly, while the man in the gray cloak remained silent.
"Duke?" a voice called out from nearby; it was the liaison arranged by the Commerce Association for this gathering, a steward of the association.
"Everyone is here; the teleportation will start shortly. Once on the other side, follow all instructions from Casey in Darkmoon Town. Good luck with your mission and safe return."
Before long, a military personnel arrived to guide their group to the teleportation hall.
