Outside the palace, the royal guards offered respectful greetings as Arthur passed through the gates.
Arthur made his way through the bustling city streets toward his guild headquarters, where the sounds of activity could be heard even from a distance. The Power Guild had become a hub of adventuring activity that drew participants from across the kingdom.
Inside the guild hall, dozens of adventurers were completing mission assignments, forming teams for collaborative ventures, and engaging in productive networking that had made Arthur's organisation the most prestigious guild in existence in the players' community.
As Arthur entered, respectful greetings echoed throughout the large hall from members who recognised their guild master's distinctive presence.
"Guild Master Azarel!" called out several voices with obvious admiration.
"Welcome back, sir!" added others with the kind of reverence typically reserved for legendary figures.
