Bab 1107: Kingdom of Sagespire I

With a sense of purpose, Michael entered the Runemasters Guild. The interior was a spacious hall with high ceilings, adorned with enchanting runes etched into the marble walls, which pulsed with a soft, ethereal glow. In the center of the hall, groups of orcs huddled around thick books, engrossed in deep discussions about runic magic.

As he made his way further inside, Michael noticed a series of portraits hanging on the walls. They depicted great orc runemasters from different eras, as well as a few distinguished elves who had contributed to the guild's history. Each portrait was a testament to the rich legacy of the guild and the powerful knowledge it held.

Not wanting to waste any time, Michael approached a counter where a young female orc with sharp, intelligent eyes stood. He politely inquired, "I'm here to meet Runemaster Gilrut."

The young orc, whose nameplate read "Eshka," looked at Michael curiously. "May I have your name, please?"