After leaving Lysa's establishment, Erik's thoughts began racing as he walked out the door. He needed to establish his own guild to make the most of his time and strengthen his standing in the market.
He would, in fact, cut down on the fees he needed to pay daily. Still, he had to be careful since he needed to manage people now, and that had several expenses to keep in mind. He signaled for a neighboring taxi and climbed into the vehicle's backseat.
"Mercenary Guild," he instructed the driver. The cab weaved its way through the city, the lights reflecting off the glass panes as Erik plotted his next steps.
When Erik finally reached the imposing structure that housed the Mercenary Guild, he inhaled deeply before striding confidently inside. The building was alive with people and activity.