Guild I Choose

Mortal Online, New World, Border Village.

The sun peeked through the thick layer of mist and illuminated the small, quaint village in a warm golden light.

After a whole night of rain, the air was moist and the ground was muddy. The villagers emerged from their homes, ready to start their day of work in the fields.

The winter had passed only a month ago, the temperature was still cool in the early mornings, and it was currently raining season, causing mist to rise over the land.

At this moment, several horse-drawn carriages emerged from the fog, stopping in front of a three-story inn. The drivers wore thin-clothed cloaks; the hoods were pulled up over their heads, concealing their faces from view.

Inside the inn, the players were gathered around small tables, eating their breakfasts. Most of them were sleepy and exhausted.

It was quite early in the morning, after all.