A day like any other. We easily cleared out a small goblin camp, those little bastards had no chance against two like us. The metallic tang of blood still clings to the air as we delivered the evidence to the guild hall. The clatter of coins as our reward was counted echoed satisfyingly in my ears.

Now, with evening falling soft and cool around us, we can finally enjoy a good meal and a warm bed. Steam billows from the bathhouse behind me as I step outside, my skin still tingling from the hot water. The wooden planks of the guild's upper floor creak under my weight as I scan the common room below.

The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the tables. Tavern songs drift up from downstairs, accompanied by the clinking of tankards. Where the hell has my companion gone?