The main hall of the Guild was incredibly loud, the usual low hum of conversations replaced by a chaotic, overlapping wave of rumors and speculation.
Everyone was talking about the exact same thing.
"I heard the vanguard squad got completely wiped out, and he had to fight it alone," an adventurer said, leaning over a table near the quest board.
"That's bullshit," another replied, shaking his head. "I heard he used some kind of forbidden dark magic to blow up the entire area. My cousin works in the palace guard, he said the King personally stepped in to stop the council from investigating him."
Yenna sat at a table near the back of the hall, her arms crossed tightly over her chest while she listened to the ridiculous stories spiraling out of control.
Her expression was completely flat, but the temperature in the immediate area was steadily dropping, thin layers of frost beginning to form on the edges of her chair.
