The Guild Hall had settled into a steady rhythm by late afternoon. The earlier rush of registrations had calmed to a manageable flow, and Boren found himself comfortably navigating his duties behind the counter.
Names were recorded, badges distributed, and new Adventurers gathered at scattered tables, animatedly discussing teams, hunts, and potential profits.
The atmosphere inside the Hall transformed from the awkward noise of a place finding its footing into a lively hum filled with ambition and excitement.
Outside, the training ground echoed with faint sounds of sparring, wood clashing against wood as two young warriors tested their strength.
Boren was in the midst of writing down another name when he sensed a shift in the room. It was subtle at first; conversations began to quiet down in waves.
