Glory walked with purpose after her dealings with the guards. Their safety ensured from monsters and Glory's coin pouch filled with fresh spoils, Glory had a minor amount of shopping to do before moving on from the city. She had been lurking around the city for a while now, but it was time to pack up and go home. Walking through to an inn, Glory nodded to the innkeeper and went to the room she had been staying in. Packing a few things together and straightening the room as needed, Glory wrapped up her belongings and tied knots tightly around the bundle. Slinging it over her shoulder Glory pulled on a light traveling cloak to protect her skin from the blowing sand and left the room behind.

Stopping by the market on her way out, Glory purchased another small bundle of supplies for the journey. It would be a while to walk back to the guild, so Glory decided to pick up something simple for the road. Some hunks of jerky and a couple of waterskins would do just fine. Sliding a few coins to the merchant she nodded at him and went on her way.

Walking southwest, Glory left the city behind and began her several day journey towards The Hunters Guild. During this time she would be unaware to the happenings of the world. It was a rather peaceful journey, truth be told. It was rare to encounter people along the pathway that she took, and most of them were hunters. In a rather good twist of fortune, Glory had left Zar Vorgul behind in just the nick of time. Though she wouldn't realize this until she reached The Hunters Guild.

Days had passed, and Glory was actually running out of supplies. This didn't matter to her, however, as her destination was actually in sight. Most people would've been crazy to travel the desert without a caravan and guides, but Glory was rather fortunate. With the loss of her sight and the gaining of her clairvoyance Glory's sense of direction had yet to be confused. She knew the way home, as they would say.

Glory's steps quickened slightly as she neared The Hunter's Guild. The thought of being home, or at least what she considered it, was appealing to her. Entering into the shadow of the spire that made up the surface of The Hunter's Guild, Glory drew comfort in seeing that it was unharmed. The Hunter's Guild was a neutral place, but not everyone respected neutrality. Though what was respected was a well stocked ring of ballistae repeated along the outer rims of the tower. They were mostly there for the risk of monster attacks due to the proximity of Ichor Canyon, but they could be turned on humans all the same.

Approaching the large doors to the guild, Glory raised her ichor arm and pounded firmly upon the door. A shout came from inside, and the doors were pulled open, a breeze pulling at Glory's traveling cloak and beckoning her inside. Lowering her arm, Glory walked into the guild hall and nearly breathed a sigh of relief when the thick doors were closed behind her.

Home.

The smell of various alcohols assaulted her nose, and laughter rose all around her. Meats of various kinds were being served and consumed, and the place hadn't really changed. This was good news to Glory, who would hate to try and find somewhere else to live. A head was raised in her direction, and a large man jumped up from his stool when he remembered who he was looking at. "Hah! Glory makes her return! Successful in your hunt, I hope?"

Glory nodded to him, producing the flier that she had taken to accept the job. "Zar Vorgul. The hunt was more annoying than difficult, but it payed well enough." The look of shock on the man's face was something that surprised Glory. Tilting her head, Glory spoke again. "You're being silent, Ceril. What is holding your tongue?"

Ceril shook his head, he looked up from the flier and spoke gravely. "Zar Vorgul was attacked, Glory. Must've happened right after you left. We only got word of it recently. Somebody's making a move. They're sending messengers to recall the rest of the hunters to the nest. We've been told to hold up here and wait and see how the situation develops."

If Glory still used her eyes, what Ceril told her would've caused them to widen. Lowering her head in thought, Glory gave a sigh. "I suppose that is the traditional course of action, then. We are a strong fighting force when all of us are together. There are hundreds of us here at any given point, and if we had everyone here that might even take us up over a thousand in hunters alone. More if we include those who only operate the ballistae. But still, I hope that they respect the old traditions and pass us by like they have before. I can never be sure, though."

Shaking her head, Glory began to walk again. "I'm heading to my room to rest while I have the time. I'll be staying here, as is expected." Ceril nodded, waving at her. "Rest well Glory. All of us should. We might just need that strength."

As Glory walked, Ceril looked back down at the flier in his hands before mumbling to himself as he sat back down. "I hope we don't, though..."