Back at the headquarters of the Blue Bound, the sound of laughter and the faint clinking of coins filled the air.
The grand room smelled faintly of polished wood and mead, the kind that lingers after victory and hard-earned rest.
Auren stood before a large round table, his eyes locked on the glittering pile of gold laid neatly at its center awarded to them by the Guild master himself a while ago.
'wow. With this much money, I can buy a lot of herbs and ingredients for my potion supply!'
At least thirty gold coins rested there, reflecting the sunlight that streamed through the tall arched windows.
His mouth parted slightly in disbelief. The light bounced across the table and danced against his wide eyes.
Blas leaned closer with a smug grin, arms crossed over his chest as if he owned the world.
"Amazing, right? That's how much we're paid for a full adventurer team. Are you feeling lucky now that you're with the famous Blue Bound?"
