The Bronze Guard

In the hall, there were merchants, adventurers, and mercenaries. Although their voices mingled together, each group had their own area. This wasn't due to exclusivity, but because during missions, whether adventurers or mercenaries, they rarely interacted with others—doing so could bring unnecessary risks to their tasks.

After booking a room and ordering some food, Lorthen led Limon and Teresa to an empty wooden table and sat down.

As soon as she sat, Lorthen complained, "This place really stinks. I can't even describe what the smell is, but it's been the same for years. Strange how it never changes."

"Fortunately, the conditions at the next few relay stations will be much better. At least we won't have to suffer like this."

Smell?

Taking a careful sniff, Limon did detect a faint odd odor in the air.

That scent…

Limon pondered—could it be sulfur?

"I just hope a sandstorm doesn't hit. Otherwise, we'll be stuck here for days again."