“Hi, Charlene.” Kyle waved at the poor office manager, as he rode through the town square while on top of his new mount, the Black Beast of Murmurin. “What’s up?”
The guild manager glared back at him. Her ‘office’ was composed of a board, a desk, and a chair in the middle of the town’s square, gnolls and kobolds often checking the few requests available.
Murmurin had grown thrice-fold since the ‘War of the Hoard’, with minions building more houses or tents to accommodate newcomers. A giant stone statue of Sen stood in the middle of the town, with Sen Junior buried underground right next to it, ready to ambush anyone trying to pull the false sword.
They had been forced to equip the locals with axes and spears, or otherwise, Junior became jealous and tried to eliminate the competition. Ev
