Perfect. Let's see what kind of area healing this Valkyrie-class can really do...
"Alright, I just came mainly to see what the others fought," Logan said, glancing down at the form one last time. "As for the payment… hand it to Hero Ruben. He'll probably make something interesting armor with it."
He offered the receptionist a casual smile and a slight nod of thanks. The woman bowed deeply, both impressed and flustered, before returning to her task.
Logan stepped out of the guild.
The moment he exited, he was greeted by a sizeable crowd—dozens of adventurers and civilians had gathered in the courtyard. Most were quiet, expectant. Some sat on the edges of crates or stone steps, bandaged or bruised. A few were missing limbs—legs, arms, even fingers. Others clutched at slings or splints, clearly in need of proper healing.
At their center stood the knight from earlier.
