Four years later.
The lounge was bustling with activity, filled with the lively chatter of people and adventurers alike. Everywhere you turned, there were conversations buzzing and laughter echoing through the air.
At the center of it all was a long counter where receptionists stood, busy taking in quests and matching them with eager adventurers. They greeted each person with a smile, listening intently to their requests before swiftly assigning tasks to those ready to embark on their next adventure.
He sat in front of the double doors, casually waiting for his name to be called. Even though his crimson eyes seemed laid-back to those around him, they were actually sharp and observant.
He scanned the area, keeping an eye out for strong opponents or anyone who seemed a bit off.
This was the Adventurer's Guild, a place where both commoners and nobility gathered to work together towards a common goal: saving the kingdom from the clutches of evil.