"Hmph. How typical of you rogues—blinded by your own greed! The place you are looking for is right there!"
The guard pointed somewhere behind Reynard. When he turned to look, he saw a mansion on a street with a signboard saying "Snow Trade Emissary". People were coming in and out, many of them magi.
"Oh, I see. Thank you, Mister Guard. I really didn't notice it…" Reynard bowed a little. "Have a good day!"
As he left, he heard the grumbling of the guards behind him.
"These outsiders… Every day there are more of them…"
***
The Snow Trade Emissary looked almost like the adventure guilds in anime that Reynard watched sometimes in his past life. There were a few tables and seats where people waited, two large notice boards on a wall, and a long counter where several clerks—none of whom, to Reynard's disappointment, were attractive women—worked with visitors. Nobody was serving food or drinks, either.
