Chapter 157: Reporting To The GUILD Master
Zayn walked behind Althea, who calmly weaved through the traffic of people in the seemingly endless hallway with the grace of a seasoned half-elf.
Her face was its usual neutral canvas, lips in a straight line, but the twitch in her brow betrayed the storm brewing within.
Behind them, Kara and Elisse followed, exchanging uncertain glances while Bran lumbered on with a quiet expression, and Seren kept close to Elisse, eyes low.
Althea stopped in front of a pair of thick mahogany doors.
The golden plate engraved with the words "Guild Master’s Office" gleamed under the overhead torchlight.
"Brace yourself," Althea muttered, more to herself than anyone else, before turning the knob and pushing the doors open.
Inside, the scent of incense mixed with the smell of old paper and... snoring?
"What the...?" Kara muttered.
Zayn blinked twice, not believing what he was seeing.
There, slumped over in his enormous leather chair, was the guild master — head tilted back, mouth open, arms dangling like a marionette with its strings cut.
A puddle of drool had formed at the corner of his mouth and a stack of parchment lay untouched on his desk.