Inside the Macia Adventurer Guild.
The early hours hadn't been kind to Guild Master Braham.
Dark circles hung under his eyes. His cloak was slightly crooked. A steaming mug of something very bitter sat untouched on his desk.
He stood with arms crossed, surrounded by the entire morning staff.
"All right," he barked, voice tired but sharp. "You, and you—" he pointed at two beastkin receptionists, both of whom flinched, ears twitching nervously. "Head to the orphanage. If that black-haired human is there, tell him I want to see him."
"If he asks why," Braham continued, rubbing his temple, "just say it's about the goblin ears… and the goblin settlement incident."
The two girls nodded rapidly. "Y-Yes, Guild Master!"
"And you—" he pointed at the clerk in charge of quest payments.
"Make sure the reward for that extermination is ready. Properly counted. With hazard bonus. That's not a normal cleanup mission."
"Yes, Guild Master!"
He swept his gaze over the group again.
