39 Lurking troubles

"This is troubling news, Guild-master."

As the communication orb glowed with ethereal light, General Elara Stormheart's stern visage appeared. Her commanding presence was undeniable, even through the magical medium. Her brows were furrowed, and her lips were set in a thin, determined line. Her eyes, like glacial sapphires, held a steely resolve, a reflection of her unwavering commitment to her duties. Despite her obvious displeasure, she maintained the composure of a seasoned leader.

The guild master stood tall and attentive on his end of the connection. His posture exuded a sense of authority, his broad shoulders squared. His remaining eye, a piercing blue, held a deep, contemplative gaze. It was clear that he was a man who had faced many challenges and had the scars, both physical and emotional, to prove it.