There were myriad ways to navigate life within the bustling embrace of this city, but one path stood out prominently among them all—the path of the mercenary. The city's guild, although providing a temporary abode, demanded a fee as a guarantee of one's commitment.
While most mercenaries in the city possessed their own homes, those hailing from distant lands found themselves seeking refuge within the guild's rented chambers. Vesta, burdened by tension and apprehension, had been unable to find solace until he heard Desmond's words. The mere thought of allowing his daughter to reside with the young mercenary had kept him on edge, unable to rest.
If Desmond were an ordinary child like Gregory, concerns would dissipate effortlessly. However, being the son of the esteemed Master Witch, Vesta's mind wandered to the grim possibilities. The unsettling notion of his son being kidnapped and held hostage for a ransom haunted his every thought.