Erik moved away from the hypnotizing light emanating from the holographic mission board and made his way to the solid main counter of the guild. It appeared as though the wood, which had been engraved and worn down over many years of business, could recite the exploits of the innumerable explorers who had stood there before him.
When Erik came closer, the clerk, a middle-aged man with hair that was a mixture of salt and pepper and spectacles that were perched on his nose, glanced up.
"Morning," Erik said, nodding politely. "I've just accepted a Thaid hunting quest, and I'm looking for a porter. Any reps from Porter companies around?"
The clerk glanced at the list before him, his eyebrows arching slightly. "We usually have a few reps hanging around, hoping to secure contracts with mercenaries," he said, pulling up Erik's quest details on his computer.
"Any you'd recommend?" Erik leaned in, intrigued.