The Mercenary Guild (1)

With the first rays of dawn, Erik forced himself out of the cozy confines of his bed. He quickly dressed, showered, and ate breakfast before leaving his hotel room. He was a man with a purpose, and he couldn't waste any time.

Testrovsc's Rest was already bustling with activity when I stepped outside onto its streets. People from all walks of life hurried about, each on their particular quests, as vendors set up their booths, the clanging of smithies resounded in the air, and merchants set up their stalls.

Erik motioned for a cab. Within seconds, a sleek, black car pulled up to the curb. "Where to?" inquired the driver, a woman with kind eyes and a weathered face. Erik said, getting into the back seat, "The Mercenary Guild, please."