After the conversation at the counter, Erik followed the low murmur of conversations and the soft clinking of ceramic as he moved through the enormous guild building.
He eventually found himself in the familiar setting of the guild's cafeteria. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and a blend of spices from various meals filled the air.
Vance stood at one of the counters amidst the heavy foot traffic of mercenaries and clerks. The tall, wiry figure with stark white hair was methodically pouring over a hot drink, attention to detail evident as always. Despite his age, Vance was known for his inexhaustible energy and was a cherished figure among the guild members.
He often gave much-appreciated advice to newbies, but even veterans found themselves reprimanded by the old man if they did something stupid.
"Erik!" Vance boomed in greeting, his pale blue eyes twinkling in delight. "It's been a while!"
Erik grinned, returning the sentiment. "Too long, Vance. How have you been?"