Turai arrived at the Wanderers Order, his footsteps steady but filled with a sense of anticipation. As Gareth had suggested, this was the next step in his journey—becoming officially registered as a Wanderer. It wasn't just about the title.
As a Wanderer, he would gain access to parts of the world that would otherwise remain closed to him. He could travel more freely, take on missions, and move under the radar of the Black Bicorn, all while gaining valuable experience.
The Wanderers Order building stood tall, its stone walls adorned with banners representing various guilds. Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with energy—new Wanderers registering, veterans accepting quests, and the constant hum of conversation filling the air.
Turai stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they fell on the desk where new registrations were being processed. Gareth followed closely behind, his presence a steadying force.