Dim candles lightened the tavern-like structure of the Guild, a white giant whiteboard filled with hundreds of posters, surrounded by men and women wearing different kinds of armor and mage robes.
Wooden tables, filled to the brim with people—some elves, some beastkin, some humans—gave off a welcoming warmth.
"My name is James, I am a local from the outskirts. Can I register as a hunter?" Johan spoke in a youthful tone, catching the attention of everyone seated. Even Ravenata and Beatrice stared at Johan.
The corrupted Aether seeping from Johan's body didn't escape either of their sharp eyes.
The striking orange-haired girl at the counter smiled professionally, her face a bit mature. "James, nice name. Mine's Vani. What's your age, dear?" she spoke sweetly.
"I am 19, these two are also around that." Johan instantly understood that she didn't care much about his identity or past—just his age and skills as a fighter.
