CHAPTER 39 : Guild
After a fierce battle, Castiel decided to head straight to the Adventurers Hall. As they walked, an old blacksmith shop caught his eye. Its weathered exterior contrasted sharply with the lively establishments around it, hinting at years of dedicated craftsmanship.
"Hey, let's pause here for a moment," Castiel suggested, curiosity evident in his voice. "I want to take a look inside."
His friends nodded, sharing his interest, and they followed him into the shop. Inside, they were greeted by the sight of gleaming swords, intricate armor, and finely crafted gear lining the walls. The air was thick with the scent of metal and wood, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of a forge echoing from the back.
"Incredible," Castiel thought, absorbing the sight.
An old, sturdy dwarf greeted them with a hearty laugh, noting their amazement.
"Looks like you appreciate my handiwork," he said warmly. "What brings you to my shop today, young adventurers?"