[center][h3]Lumbridge[/h3]
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The few clouds that rolled in during the early hours of morning gave way to a cheery, sun smiling down on the Land of Adventure as noontime came around. Bit by bit, people made their way to Lumbridge's town center, the Guild. More of a castle than the typical wooden guild hall, the building served as the go-to place for the simple town's number-one trade: quests. Here, tasks and requests piled up and were divvied out into eager hands, sending bright-eyed youths running across the plains, throughout the woods, and into caves to do whatever need be done. Now, however, the questers who'd gone out bright and early were returning, their objectives complete and their bellies empty. Some headed to the blacksmith or farmstead, or to the house of a patron directly, perhaps to deliver an object or information. More than a few, particularly the youngest, made a beeline for the Guild's mess hall instead.

First into the yard charged a [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/versus-compendium/images/b/be/Link4S.png/revision/latest?cb=20181009104028]gang of boys[/url] very familiar to the town's residents, with a shared name more familiar still. Most of the usual questers sported a friendly and obliging demeanor, but these four worked together especially well, earning them a consistent top spot on the leaderboards. Laughing and dirtied, they charged toward the great oaken double doors leading inside, pausing only to wave at the town sheriff, a somber-looking [url=https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/darkestdungeon_gamepedia/thumb/d/d6/Hound_Master.png/1200px-Hound_Master.png]lawman with a huge dog by his side[/url], whose gruff exterior everyone knew masked an uncommonly compassionate heart. After returning the gesture, the houndmaster watched them head in, then turned to see a [url=https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/24c763c4-dd6e-4a38-88b6-ccddd02050f7/d83erz5-47776e4f-7188-4b5d-b42c-4af12719ff34.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzI0Yzc2M2M0LWRkNmUtNGEzOC04OGI2LWNjZGRkMDIwNTBmN1wvZDgzZXJ6NS00Nzc3NmU0Zi03MTg4LTRiNWQtYjQyYy00YWYxMjcxOWZmMzQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.bY_3brkarDz-IVfgJ62buAe9M_0mZ6WvK57vpG8jPRw]young pair[/url] approaching. Newer than most others, they'd nevertheless been a tremendous help for the town's seemingly never-ending supply of jobs. 

Once they passed by, the houndmaster found himself distracted by a butterfly flitting around a bunch of flowers on the other side of the yard. The colorful, dainty little thing twirled about before settling on a bright purple cone flower. Only when he heard the tramp of a number of feet did the houndmaster glance back at the yard entrance, his loyal beast perking up as well. Even before the principal newcomer could be identified, the houndmaster could guess from the retinue surrounding him. Only one man attracted this kind of adoration and respect of the local questers: Geralt of Riviera. Ever since his recent arrival, the monster hunter quickly earned a reputation among the kids and wannabe heroes as a veteran and a hero, practically worthy of discipleship. The houndmaster wondered with amusement if Geralt, more a warrior than a celebrity, ever found the attention annoying.

Cracking a slight smile, the houndmaster gave the Witcher a nod as he grew near. “Good morrow,” he greeted him. “Rarely do I see you bound for the Guild. Did some notorious creature rear its head in the wealds?”