The Guild House

Adventurers approached us from all sides, creating a tight bubble around us. Fable growled menacingly, keeping them from getting too close, but the sudden circle of noise and light was overwhelming. My tail twitched anxiously as I rubbed my horn, the beginnings of headache groaning like a storm on the horizon. 

"That's enough, everyone," Dyson said getting to his feet. "We've had a long night, and my companion is exhausted, so we'd appreciate some space. I'd love to tell you about our latest adventures, but that will be another time. We'll be around the city for a while, so please be patient."

As the noise quieted down, I peeked out around us, noting the crowd was filled with mainly young, bright-eyed adventurers. The older, gray-haired folk sat at their tables, calmly sipping ale or conversing in low tones. Some of them rolled their eyes at the excitable younger generation, and a few called their companions back from crowding us, shooting Dyson apologetic glances.