Chapter 27: Mazekin Dimitri
The building of Ravenspire Guildhall hummed with activity—the chatter of seasoned adventurers reviewing the work board to select their new tasks, the scribbling of pens on parchment. A few mazekins formed groups to scavenge deeper into the Mazes.
The hearth fire crackled and enveloped the whole hall with warmth, contrasting with the snowy outsides. It was currently the last month of the year—The date is 20th December of 3E 198. 11 days till the new year.
"Sigh... Next!" Elara shouted from her counter where many people stood in one single line. There were five such counters in the guild where more lines were formed. These lines were of people trying to register as Mazekins—People who do mercenary works and delve into mazes or dungeons.
Every year there was an abundance of such people applying for the Mazekin license but only a few passed the test or survived through their first year of being one. A job for a Mazekin might sound adventurous and in a few cases were glorified.
But the truth was the opposite—Sure, it was highly paying and adventurous but to experience such benefits one had to struggle in the wild. Mana Beasts of dangerous tiers make their home at the mazes and sometimes fellow mazekins would betray each other for the profits.
It was a risk-bearing and dangerous job. Which the young don't see at first.
But seeing such people was normal for Elara in her work as receptionist for the guild of Ravenspire for which she held the position for three years. It was an everyday occurrence. Well, in fact, the number of people was less these days due to the winter. Which provided the guild employees with some free time to relax.
-Creak.
The door of the guild opened slowly, the cold air outside infiltrated the premises and disappeared. Elara shifted her gaze towards the door and shouted, "Welcome to Ravenspire Gui—"
But her words stopped mid-sentence as her eyes met with that of the stranger. His amber eyes burned with a cold fire, and his light blue hair was tied in a low ponytail. A few strands of his hair shaped his sharp face.
His lean physique was covered by a normal black half-cloak along with some winter clothes that seemed warm. Everyone in the hall froze looking at the young man who looked very young maybe around his teens.