As Ye Yang, Dan Ya, and the escort guards finally returned, they headed directly towards the familiar, sturdy building of the Escort Agency.
The late evening sun cast long shadows across the training yard, a stark contrast to the devastation they had left behind at the mountain camp.
Inside the agency, the usual hum of activity filled the air – the shuffling of papers, the low murmur of voices discussing assignments, the clinking of practice weapons from the training area.
Barad, the head of the Escort Agency, sat at his large, worn desk, frowning in concentration as he worked through a stack of paperwork.
His brow was furrowed as he signed documents related to an upcoming royal banquet and assigned escort warriors to various duty for many clans who hired their service, the mundane responsibilities of his position momentarily occupying his full attention.
