A week had passed since Erik's personal meeting with Mira, and he strode into the guild hall with newfound confidence.
In his hand, he clutched a list containing the names of fifty prospective members who wished to be part of his new guild.
These were brave souls, mostly young and looking for direction. They saw Erik as a beacon of hope in the vast sea of the mercenary world.
The hall buzzed with its usual activity. Groups clustered around tables, discussing quests, strategies, and trade secrets.
With their grizzled looks and battle-hardened expressions, veterans eyed Erik with suspicion and begrudging respect. They were the ones who'd seen countless seasons, each carrying a hoard of experiences.
They were skeptical of Erik's new guild. To them, managing was a whole different battlefield than actual combat.