The discussion surrounding the Guild's independence had left Sage with plenty to consider.
Although the banquet continued without interruption, he now understood that several influential nobles were already examining ways to complicate the Guild's expansion throughout Westmark.
Fortunately, not every conversation that evening involved political restrictions.
Sage was standing beside Lucan near the refreshments when a familiar voice called out from behind them.
"Guildmaster! There you are! I've been searching everywhere for you."
Sage turned and found Garen Holtweiss approaching with a broad smile. The merchant wore an expensive dark green coat, and his usually cheerful expression carried an unmistakable excitement.
"Garen, I was beginning to think you'd abandoned us for the royal kitchens," Sage greeted him with a chuckle. "Have you been enjoying the banquet?"
