The morning sun, filtered through the high, arched windows of the Adventurer's Guild, cast long, dusty rays across the polished floor. Liam, having spent a good hour diligently (if somewhat awkwardly) polishing a particularly stubborn dent in a training dummy's chest plate, felt a satisfying ache in his arms. He might not have slain a dragon yet, but his polishing skills were undeniably improving.
"Alright, recruits! Or, rather, *you four*," Kaelen's voice cut through the morning's quiet, sharp and clear from behind her counter. "And Liam," she added, almost as an afterthought, her gaze softening imperceptibly as it landed on him. "I've got a fresh batch of D-rank errands. We need to restock guild supplies."
Roric groaned. "More errands? Can't we get something with a bit more... *oomph*?"
"Oomph will get you oomphed into the pauper's pit if you don't keep this guild running," Kaelen retorted, not missing a beat. "Now, Lysandra, I need you to procure three sacks of Grade-A Mana-infused Wheat from the farmer's market. Finnian, procure a dozen vials of concentrated Goblin Gland Oil from the alchemist – and for the love of the Arcane Church, *don't* spill it this time. Zelda, the guild library needs its scrolls rebound; take them to Master Elara. And Liam," her emerald eyes met his, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths, "you're with me. We're heading to the Crystal Exchange."
Liam's eyes widened. "The Crystal Exchange? Wow! Are we buying powerful spell components, Guild Master?" **_Maybe a legendary sword! Or a crystal that glows with righteous light! Oh, boy, this is going to be amazing!_**
Kaelen simply raised an eyebrow. "Something like that. Now move."
The market district of Oakhaven was a vibrant tapestry of sights, sounds, and smells. Stalls overflowed with exotic fruits, shimmering magical trinkets, and rough-spun fabrics. The air hummed with the chatter of merchants, the clinking of coins, and the occasional squawk of a strange, feathered beast being sold as livestock. There was a palpable sense of commerce, especially around the areas hinting at dungeon delves – crude maps for sale, rough adventurers hawking monster parts, and the glint of raw crystals.
Liam, mesmerized by it all, nearly walked into a vendor selling roasted griffin gizzards. Kaelen, however, navigated the crowd with practiced ease, her presence radiating a quiet authority that made people subtly part before her.
They stopped at a bustling food stall. "You haven't eaten properly all morning, have you?" Kaelen stated, more than asked.
Liam blushed. "Uh, well, a hero must remain vigilant, Guild Master!" **_And I ran out of last night's stale bread._**
Kaelen rolled her eyes, but a small, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. "Just eat." She handed him a steaming, savory meat pie. The warmth of the crust, the rich, earthy smell of the filling – it was a simple, delicious pleasure. Liam devoured it, feeling a genuine warmth spread through him.
As they walked, Kaelen pointed out various market sections. "That's where the iron-rank adventurers sell their goblin ears. Over there, the mages trade mana crystals. And the alley behind the baker, that's where you'll find the black market for... unique monster parts." Her tone was matter-of-fact, a stark contrast to Liam's wide-eyed wonder. He had always imagined adventuring as grand battles, not market errands and understanding the trade of monster entrails.
Their destination, the Crystal Exchange, was a more subdued affair than Liam expected. It wasn't a grand, gleaming temple, but a modest building tucked away behind a bustling spice merchant. Inside, the air was cool and still, filled with a faint, resonant hum. Dozens of glowing, uncut crystals of various sizes sat on velvet cushions, their inner light pulsing gently.
Kaelen approached a robed figure behind a large, ornate scale. "Grand Master Borin. I'm here to deposit the excess."
Borin, a wizened old man with a long, white beard, nodded slowly. "Ah, Lady Kaelen. Always punctual."
**_Lady Kaelen?_** Liam's inner voice, usually loud and enthusiastic, suddenly fell silent. He'd been calling her 'Guild Master Kaelen' since day one, sometimes just 'Guild Master,' but never 'Lady.' It felt... too formal. Too important.
As Kaelen conversed with Borin in low tones, discussing volumes and yields, a young woman with a crisp, clean guild uniform stepped forward. She was a Guild Servant, her expression polite but firm. "Excuse me, young man," she addressed Liam, her voice hushed. "It is highly disrespectful to address Lady Kaelen by her first name. She is a revered figure, a founder of this guild, and holds a rank far beyond what you perceive."
Liam's face went crimson. He opened his mouth to stammer an apology, his mind racing. **_Lady Kaelen? Oh no, oh no, I've insulted her! I'm going to be kicked out of the guild! My hero journey is over before it even began!_**
But before he could say a word, Kaelen turned, her emerald eyes fixing on the servant. "It's quite alright, Elara." Her voice was calm, but held an undeniable edge that made the servant flinch and immediately fall silent. "Liam is... *learning*."
Elara, the servant, looked utterly bewildered. She glanced from Kaelen's unreadable expression to Liam's beet-red face, then back again. **_Lady Kaelen… allowing a mere D-rank applicant to address her so casually? And even defending him? What in the world…?_** The servant quickly bowed and retreated, her mind clearly reeling.
Liam, meanwhile, felt a wave of relief so profound he almost sagged. Kaelen turned back to Borin, resuming her discussion as if nothing had happened. **_She didn't get mad! She's so understanding! She truly is the greatest Guild Master!_** He watched her, a mix of admiration and awe swelling in his chest.
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The days that followed settled into a routine. Mornings were filled with mundane tasks: cleaning guild equipment, organizing dusty scrolls, sorting through crates of "miscellaneous" monster parts (mostly just very large teeth and questionable liquids). The "Lost Cat" mission remained elusive, but they managed to complete enough small tasks to earn just enough silver to keep Kaelen from truly kicking them out.
"This is training, Liam!" Roric would bellow, as they scrubbed dried slime off a dungeon-crawler's boots. "Building character! Mental fortitude!"
"Indeed," Lysandra would chime in, trying to levitate a dust bunny with a tiny, nearly invisible sparkle. "True magic is in the mundane."
Finnian would occasionally attempt to 'borrow' cleaning supplies from other adventurers, leading to comical chases through the guild hall. And Zelda would be found in a corner, reading a book on the proper fermentation of goblin-toe wine, convinced it was relevant to their "survival."
Evenings were spent at the local tavern, not for epic feasts, but for cheap ale and lively (if sometimes nonsensical) chatter. One night, after a particularly exhausting "pest control" mission that involved chasing a single, very stubborn beetle for two hours, they found themselves at a small, dimly lit corner of the market where adventurers gambled.
"Just a few coins," Finnian whispered, his eyes gleaming at a game involving rolling oddly shaped dice. "To pay for the next meal! For glory!"
Roric nodded grimly. "Gotta invest, kid. Gotta make our silver work for us!"
Liam, though slightly hesitant, felt the pull of camaraderie. **_If my friends are doing it, it must be part of the hero's journey! Taking calculated risks!_** He watched as Roric slammed down a handful of coppers. Lysandra gingerly placed a silver piece. Finnian, with a flourish, threw a single, precious gold coin. Zelda meticulously placed her few coppers, precisely aligning them on the betting circle.
The game began. Dice clattered. Cheers erupted. Groans followed. Liam, feeling the weight of his own small pouch of silver, watched intently. His friends, for all their bravado, were surprisingly reckless. They laughed, they shouted, they lost. And then they lost some more.
Eventually, their combined funds dwindled to almost nothing. Roric scratched his head, looking genuinely perplexed. "Well. That didn't quite work out, did it?"
Lysandra sighed dramatically. "My magical intuition clearly needs more practice."
Finnian shrugged, already eyeing a new game. "Next time! For sure!"
Zelda, ever practical, simply began meticulously collecting the few coins that had bounced off the table.
Liam, exhausted from the day's "adventures" and the late-night gambling, yawned widely as they stumbled back to their guild lodging. He wasn't sure if they were closer to becoming legendary heroes or just perpetually broke. But as he crawled onto his thin sleeping mat, a comfortable weariness washing over him, he felt a strange contentment. They might be struggling, they might be absurd, but they were in it together. And for a budding hero like him, that was a pretty good start. He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Patches, perfectly polished armor, and Kaelen's surprisingly gentle smirk.
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