Hunters Guild Headquarters (2)

Richard remained silent, his expression unreadable. He walked with purpose, ignoring the curious glances and murmured conversations that followed them.

When they reached the meeting room, Marcus's smile faded, and his posture straightened. The door opened to reveal a stark, dimly lit room dominated by a long oak table. At the head sat Armand, the leader of the Hunters Guild, a man whose presence demanded attention. His piercing eyes was as sharp as the daggers strapped to his belt. Two other superiors flanked him, their faces stern and unreadable.

Richard and Marcus stepped inside, their boots clicking against the polished floor. Marcus offered a nod and a quick grin, while Richard stood stiffly, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Sir," Richard said, his voice steady as a blade.

"Chief Armand," Marcus added, his tone more casual but respectful.