The refined voice pierced the stillness of the Guild Hall like a finely honed blade. "Excuse me… Guildmaster? I'm here to collect my items."
Sage and Pax both turned towards the entrance, their movements synchronized. When Sage's gaze fell on the man standing there, he felt a flicker of surprise that caused his pupils to contract, though he quickly masked it with a composed smile.
The man, illuminated by the dying light of day, was middle-aged, draped in a deep emerald robe with intricate golden threads weaving alchemical designs along the sleeves and hem.
His posture was upright yet relaxed, exuding a calm authority. Despite lacking any visible weapons, he carried an air of confidence, underscored by the faint scent of medicinal herbs and refined mana that surrounded him.
This was, of course, Cassian Thaumas.
