The largely abandoned town reverberates your footsteps. Most of the buildings are just traditional storefronts, but are gathering dust. The signs and some of the furniture is left behind, but most are just empty slots. You can remember this bustling main street faintly, or maybe that is just another town layering itself upon this one. They all look the same anyways.

You come upon one of the few lit up buildings. A guild outpost. It reminds you of a post office, that sort of monotony and copied architecture you see everywhere across the country. You step in. The place is semi-nicely furnished. Wooden furniture and planks for the walls. The sound of angry bickering instantly hits your ears.

Both of their heads whip towards as soon as they hear the jingle of the bells attached to the door.