How is the guild?

The sun was high in the sky, its golden flames burning intensely, making the training field of Strax and his companions shine with a brilliant light. The summer heat seemed to weigh heavily on the air, causing sweat to drip down the foreheads of those training, but it didn't seem to bother Strax. He was in his usual state, unhurried, muscles taut like ropes, his eyes alert. The freshly cut grass and the flat terrain were the perfect setting for the combat about to begin.

In front of him, Samira stood with her greatsword, a confident smile plastered on her face as she observed the dragon-man with a mix of respect and challenge. The massive blade gleamed under the sunlight, sparking with every movement she made.

"Any news on Rogue?" Strax asked, his deep voice calm but steady. He knew the answer could be vital, and he was more than ready for anything.