The noon strikes high, chilling winds of the winter snow fills the front platform of the Traversteel guild. The merchants and the royals, and so do the knights are hustling about, amongst the adventurers crowd in Hazelstar city.
"Syleant! Syleant!" a shout from a dear friend.
"I'm writing, what?" answered Syleant.
"The king is about to make his announcement on the guilds campaign, we should make way to the Central Point."
"Calm down, Shedran. I'm just about done. Are the others ready?"
"Yes. All of us can barely hold our urge to fight for our guild's glory. Better be damn ready, Syle, we're heading to Funrealdth, the Continent of the Grim." answered Shedran.
Syleantzack closes and tucks in his Sourcescript back into his pouch, and puts on his tunic.
"Don't worry. I didn't get the nickname The Blitzblade Stormfighter for nothing."
"Heh."
"Let's go."
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