Kael walked quietly at Aiden's side, one hand resting near the hilt of his sword beneath the cloak. His sharp eyes calmly observed the surroundings without drawing attention to himself.
Compared to Dragmar, Kael felt almost invisible.
The closer they got to the hall, the louder the noise became.
Arguments.
Laughter.
Boasting.
The Commission Hall was one of the busiest places in the city.
Sect disciples came here for experience and rewards.
Clan members came for reputation.
Mercenaries came for money.
And solo practitioners came because they had nowhere else to rely on.
Unlike sects, the Commission Hall didn't care about background as long as the mission got completed.
Aiden stepped through the entrance calmly.
The inside was massive.
Long wooden tables filled most of the lower floor while large request boards covered the walls. Workers moved back and forth carrying stacks of documents while armored practitioners crowded around the higher-paying missions.
