"I am here to meet with Guild Master Corvina."
Her breath caught.
That voice.
A voice she knew.
A voice she had not expected to hear again.
Corvina sat up straighter, her hands still against the desk as she turned her attention toward the door. Her mind worked faster than her body, scanning through the possibilities before she could fully accept what her instincts already told her.
The receptionist, a young woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue, shot the man standing before her an irritated glare.
"If I let everyone who wanted to meet the Guild Master waltz right in, this entire guild would turn into a marketplace," she snapped, clearly unimpressed. "State your business properly or get in line like everyone else."
Her voice carried through the hall, drawing the attention of several adventurers. And, as if waiting for an excuse to release their simmering frustration, they turned toward the newcomer with a mix of amusement and disdain.
