The Guild Master sat at his desk, staring into Rasmus's and Aris's eyes silently. The man didn't look like a merchant with his muscular body. His toned and muscular arms, wrists, and hands that made him look more like a warrior. One thing that Rasmus noticed was the fact that the man tried to hide his battle scars by wearing long-sleeved attire.
"Welcome to the Silver Platter Guild, please have a seat," The Guild Master pointed at the two chairs across from his desk. "May I know your name, Sir and Lady?" He asked as he watched Rasmus and Aris sit across from him.
The Guild Master looked at the tanned skin of Rasmus and the height of both Rasmus and Aris. He could tell that they weren't from Central Neva, and if he had to make a guess, he would guess that they were from East Neva, which was something that he didn't want to deal with.
