Kael walked slowly through the silent crowd as if he were crossing a wheat field. The adventurers instinctively moved aside as he passed, forming a corridor of silence, stares, and fear. No words were spoken, no bold steps were taken in his direction. The roar of the fight still echoed in everyone's ears, and the air seemed heavy with the smell of freshly burned magic and restrained fear.
The sound of his footsteps echoed through the hall of the Freedom Guild, louder than any cry that could have been uttered.
Kael let out a heavy sigh.
Not from physical exhaustion, but from boredom. From resignation. Like someone who opened the door expecting to see a war, but found only a poorly rehearsed play.
"What a waste of effort," he muttered, adjusting the staff on his back as he pushed the guild doors open with his shoulders.
