Kael walked through the doors of the Freedom Guild as if he were entering any other tavern, ignoring the bewildered looks that still followed him from the street. His heavy feet treaded the waxed wooden floor with the calmness of someone who owed no explanations to anyone—and, in fact, he didn't.
Inside, the guild was everything one would expect: spacious, noisy, and smelly. A large hall with a high ceiling supported by enchanted oak beams, coats of arms on the walls, and stuffed heads of monsters that had seen better days. Past adventures whispered in every corner, mixed with the smell of sweat, warm beer, and ancient scrolls.
But the noise ceased for a brief second when he entered.
An uncomfortable pause, like the silence in a room when the candle goes out and everyone waits for the darkness to say something.
Kael ignored it.
