Chapter 15.3

“Raise them high you lot, we got a hell of a celebration to give!”

The Amber Dawn was rowdy as ever, this time spurre don by Sharzok once again, the orc atop the stage with tankard in hand as he swept his gaze across the guild members gathered in the hall.

“Thanks to Sellen’s team… ahaha, naw, thanks to Soren, it’s our Guild that got to claim the win in the Zenith Frontier expedition!” Sharzok looked through the crowd until he found Soren, the half-alf giving an acknowledging wave. “We would be getting a new trophy out of it, but those blasted eggheads wanna research the parts Soren was able to cut off, so we got a bit before our wall can lay claim to having Black Wyrm parts on it!”

Sharzok laughed as boos and moans shifted through the crowd, again looking to Soren as the swordsman began tossing something up from his right hand.