The news of the corrupted beast had shaken everyone. The Rising Heroes carried the weight of it on their shoulders, knowing full well what the appearance of such a beast ant. They had already sent the word to the Royal Capital when the guild doors opened, and the atmosphere inside shifted instantly.
Then every conversation stopped. Every head turned.
A man stepped into the guild hall with a calm, almost lazy manner. He wasn't bulky, nor did he carry the look of soone who tried to be noticed, but there was sothing about him that drew eyes naturally. His lean build was hidden beneath a hooded cloak, and across his back was slung a bow, its polished surface catching faint light. A quiver of arrows rested at his hip, alongside small tools that rattled lightly as he walked.
His face, half-shaded by the hood, carried a bored expression, as if stepping into the guild was more of a chore than a duty. Yet, behind that look of disinterest was a sharpness no one could ignore. This was Hugo "Deadeye
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