Inside the tavern, the noise was a deafening wall of cheers and clinking glass. Maddy sat in a shadowed corner, her chin resting on her hand. She was bored. She had spent the last hour watching men drink themselves into a stupor, and the "celebration" was starting to grate on her nerves.
She had come here for one reason: to find the Guildmaster. But as she listened to the drunken gossip around her, her hope vanished.
"Too bad the Guildmaster won't be showing her face tonight," one adventurer shouted over the music. "I heard she's still in the Elfili Faeloria nation, dealing with some diplomatic mess."
"Ugh, those long ears," another muttered, leaning heavily against the bar. "They're such assholes. Always acting like they're better than everyone else because they live in GRAND TREES. They'll probably keep her there for weeks."
