“Good morning, adventurers.” The desk goblin greeted as they entered the guild hall.

“Morning Grizzle. Any requests today?” Phoena asked, ignoring their teammates as they started spreading around the common area.

“Mr Markos from Nightfell. Orcs have been sighted at the old druid sites and have been acting suspiciously.” Grizzle said, handing over a scroll.

Phoena quickly skimmed through the document.

“We’ll take it. Tell Guzzle I said hello.”

“Of course.”

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” the crowd cheered as Bree downed horn after horn of ale.

She grinned at her competitor, a buff looking nomadic.

“Shoulda’ known, bud. I’m the reignin’ champ around here.” She said around her drink.

He struggled to keep up with her pace.

“Kieran! A pleasure to see you, my dear.” An elderly woman greeted the rogue.

“Good to see you too, Holly. Any luck with your garden?” Kieran asked politely.

“Only thanks to you, what would we do without your green hands? Did you hear about old Oak? I heard he was looking for someone of your talents. His garden needs a bit of pruning.” Holly said, a warm smile on her face.

“Anything for a friend.” Kieran replied.

Galen let his head hit the table with a sigh, ignoring the roughhousing of the group beside him.

“One morning. Just the one. Why can’t we just take the easy route?”

“Wouldn’t be as fun that way.” Sedge said with a laugh. “We’ll put some meat on your bones yet.”