"Take your time," Luka said, stepping back from the counter.
He turned his attention toward his personal maid.
Today, she was drawing a few stares from the surrounding adventurers.
On her shoulder, Snow, the baby dragon, was nestled in a peaceful sleep.
Luka gently scratched the little creature under the chin, watching as its small, shimmering wings twitched slightly in its dream-filled slumber.
As he absentmindedly stroked Snow—
The receptionist paused for a moment.
She left her post and disappeared into the back room.
A few minutes later, the receptionist reappeared, holding a small card in her hand.
She placed it on the counter. "Here you go, sir. Congratulations on becoming an adventurer."
Luka stepped forward, picking up the card, noting the neat engraving of his name and rank.
He ran a finger along the edge of the card—
The receptionist continued talking.
