Confrontation With The Guildmaster

[00 Months: 04 Days: 17 Hours]

Walking through the twisted, cobblestone streets of Terance, my heart carried an ache like a black hole in my chest.

A sorrowed wind blew against me, rustling my hair as it carried the torment of my recent discovery. The Outpost was now nothing but ruins and ash.

"Luke?" A gruff voice echoed in the empty alley, dragging me out of my despair.

I paused, my shoes grinding against the loose stones.

Beneath the dimmed glow of the distant lamppost, a man stood tall and imposing. He had a hard-set jaw and a stern look, the wrinkles of age marking him with distinction. His eyes gleamed with sharp scrutiny under his furrowed brows.

"You must be Luke," he stated matter-of-factly. "You match the description given by the guards at the city gates."

I felt a pang of frustration and regret the moment I heard that.