The adventurers' guild was bustling with energy, a sea of hardened warriors and skilled mages either boasting about their recent victories, plotting their next commissions, or indulging in rare moments of relaxation. Litty navigated through the crowd, her average build supported her exhausted mother, Yue, on her back. Yue's head bobbed with fatigue, her protests muffled as Litty pressed forward, her determination cutting through the lively cacophony of the guild.
At the reception desk stood the blonde receptionist, her cheerful demeanor immediately replaced with concern as she caught sight of the duo. Her bright eyes scanned Yue's exhausted eyes and the sack full of Dunemauls slung over Litty's other shoulder.
"What happened?" the receptionist asked, stepping around the desk to assist.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!