Chapter 66: The Lord Commander
The bustling lobby of the Bastion Seven Hunter Guild was exactly as Draven remembered it. It was loud, crowded, and smelled strongly of cheap ale and ozone.
The moment the squad walked through the heavy front doors, the noise in the immediate vicinity died down. The veteran Hunters parted like the Red Sea.
They all recognized the crimson-eyed spearman who had defended the commercial district, and the dark-haired boy who had previously blasted a two-hundred-pound man through the reinforced glass window.
Draven walked straight up to the main reception desk. The same receptionist from his first visit was on duty. She took one look at Draven's blank, emotionless face and instantly went pale, standing rigidly at attention.
"W-Welcome back, Sir!" she stammered, gripping her datapad tightly.
"How may the Guild assist you today?"
Draven didn't say a word. He simply raised his left wrist and tapped the screen of his Nexus-Band.
