Chapter 94
We made it back to the guild just past midnight, dragging the stench of smoke, goblin guts, and what I could only describe as roasted goat soup behind us. The lamps outside were burning low, casting long shadows across the cobbled street. The main building looked too quiet, considering how often adventurers screamed, laughed, and punched each other in its halls.
Inside the guild hall, a few people still milled about, nursing drinks in their hands. But the usual raucous energy of adventurers had been replaced by the soft crackle of dying hearth fires and the occasional snore from some drunk passed out in a corner.
The same receptionist who'd greeted us when we'd first arrived at the guild was still on duty. I couldn't help but wonder if she ever even slept. The moment we walked in, she looked up from her ledger, looking slightly surprised even as she beamed at us brightly.
