The Adventurer's Guild is really, really busy right now.
Guild staff dart through the crowded main hall, their arms laden with scrolls and clipboards, some others are stationed to guide adventurers. They are like working bees trying to maintain a fragile order in this chaotic place.
Meanwhile, adventurers are flooding every booth and corner, their voices a jumbled chorus of excitement.
Even outside, in the packed courtyard, other Guilds have set up makeshift stalls, their banners flapping in the morning breeze. Shouted offers and handwritten signs compete for attention.
"Top Guild in Mistvale Hiring! Join Northern Lights now! D-rank adventurers welcome!"
"Aquarious is hiring! Blacksmiths and professional weapon maintainers needed!"
"Hiring all D-rank and higher clerics and healers! Earn hundreds of crowns per hour!"
"We need more enchanters! Apply now!"
"Porters needed ASAP!"
