The gates of Silvercrest rose three times higher than any building in Millbrook. Elias craned his neck, staring up at the massive stone archway. Guards in matching tabards stood on either side, real armor, real weapons. His short sword felt like a toy.
"Close your mouth," Herman said. "Everyone gawks their first time."
Elias shut it. Opened it. Shut it again.
"Next!" A guard waved them forward.
Della guided the wagons to the checkpoint, presenting papers to the captain—a stern woman with a scar across her cheek. "Merchant caravan, three wagons, registered out of Crossroads. Five passengers. Papers in order."
The captain's eyes swept over them. "Purpose of visit?"
"Trade." Herman.
"Visiting family." Teresa.
"Adventuring." Elias's voice cracked.
The captain's gaze settled on him. He felt it—some kind of appraisal skill, taking in his level, his class, his inexperience.
"Fresh Scout." Flat. "Level one?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Guild's in the Trade District. Try not to die your first week." Almost sympathetic. "Entry tax, two copper each. Keep to main roads. Don't start fights, don't steal, don't cause trouble. Welcome to Silvercrest."
Elias paid, received a small wooden token, and stepped through.
---
The noise hit first. A wall of sound—hundreds of conversations, merchants shouting, wagon wheels on cobblestone, hammers ringing, music from somewhere. Then the smells: bread, horses, unwashed bodies, exotic spices, smoke, perfume, and beneath it all, the smell of too many people in too small a space.
Elias activated Keen Eye without thinking.
Bad idea.
Sensory overload. His head spun. He deactivated it immediately, pressing a hand to his temple.
"Easy." Teresa steadied him. "Don't use perception skills in crowds until you're used to it."
"Noted."
The caravan pulled aside into a designated merchant area. Della was already unloading.
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"This is where we part ways." Teresa pressed a small card into his hand. An address. "My sister's house, River District. If you need help, or just someone to talk to who isn't trying to sell you something." She smiled. "Now go find the Guild before you lose your nerve. You'll do fine. Just be smart about it."
"Good luck, kid." Herman clapped his shoulder. "Don't spend it all in one place."
Then they were gone, swallowed by the crowd.
Elias was alone in the biggest city he had ever seen.
---
The streets were a revelation. Smooth cobblestones, buildings three and four stories high, shops below, apartments above. Signs in Common, Dwarven runes, Elvish script, and others he couldn't identify.
And the people.
A dwarf arguing with a halfling over ale prices. An elf so tall she seemed to glide. Beastkin with ears and tails, speaking a language part growl, part laugh. A gnome—or maybe a very short human—selling enchanted trinkets. A lizardfolk in robes, scales gleaming, staff humming with magic. Two orcs lifting stones like they weighed nothing.
Humans everywhere.
Elias stared. Failed not to.
A small hand darted toward his coin pouch.
His own hand caught it by reflex. "Nice try."
The street urchin jerked back, eyes wide, then vanished into the crowd.
Right. City dangers weren't just monsters. He secured his pouch and kept walking, more alert.
---
"Excuse me—Trade District?"
A shopkeeper pointed without stopping. "Two blocks, left at the fountain, follow the main road. Can't miss it."
"Thank you!"
She was already gone.
Fountain. Dragon-carved stone, water spouting from its mouth. Large building, maybe a bank. Street of food vendors, his stomach growling.
Then he turned a corner.
The Adventurer's Guild. Five stories of solid stone. A sign above the entrance: sword crossed with staff. People flowed in and out—fresh-faced beginners, grizzled veterans with glowing equipment. The building radiated permanence, authority.
Elias stopped across the street.
What was he doing here? Farm boy, Level 1, five days Awakened. That woman walking past had to be Level 30. That orc's armor could probably buy his entire village.
"You going in or just staring?"
He turned. A young woman, red hair in a practical ponytail, leather armor well-worn. Smiling, not unkindly.
"First time?"
"That obvious?"
"Wide eyes, death grip on your pack, standing like the building might bite you." She offered her hand. "Mira. Level ten Fire Mage, E-rank, fellow sufferer of new-to-the-city syndrome."
"Elias. Level one Scout. Not even F-rank yet. Haven't registered."
"Want company? I'm just picking up a payment. Can show you where to register." She started toward the entrance. "Someone helped me when I first got here. Pay it forward, right?"
"Thank you."
"The clerk at desk three is snippy, but she's all bark."
---
The interior was enormous. High ceilings, stone floors echoing with footsteps, walls covered in notice boards absolutely plastered with quest postings. Dozens of adventurers—studying boards, planning in groups, lined up at desks.
"Desk five for registration." Mira pointed. "Show your status, they give you a card. Free for first-timers. Five silver if you lose it."
"Thanks. Really."
"No problem. Try not to die in your first dungeon." Friendly wave, and she was gone.
Elias joined the line.
A party of four arguing about loot. Two mages comparing spell notes by a window. A dwarf arm-wrestling a man twice his size, winning.
This was the Guild. This was where adventurers gathered. Where he wanted to be.
"Next!" The clerk at desk five was an elf—bored, professional, processed a thousand registrations. "Name and purpose?"
"Elias Thorne. Here to register."
"First time?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Show your status. Make it visible."
Elias called it up.
```
NAME: Elias Thorne
Species: Human
Age: 17 years
Overall Level: 1
CLASSES: [Scout] Lv. 1
ATTRIBUTES:
Strength: 12
Agility: 12
Endurance: 15
Vitality: 11
Intelligence: 13
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 12
Luck: 10
SKILLS:
[Scout - Keen Eye] Lv. 1
[Scout - Light Step] Lv. 1
[Scout - Sure Footing] Lv. 1
[Scout - Basic Tracking] Lv. 1
[General - Farming] Lv. 15
[General - Running] Lv. 8
[General - Basic Cooking] Lv. 12
[General - Herb Gathering] Lv. 6
[General - Carpentry Basics] Lv. 7
```
The clerk's eyes scanned with practiced speed. "Level one, Scout, no combat experience. F-rank. Standard restrictions: no quests above F-rank without qualified party, no solo dungeon delving, mandatory safety briefing before first quest." She pressed a small crystal to a blank card. Light flared.
"Your Guild card. Tracks completed quests, upgrades with rank. F-rank quests are bottom three rows of any notice board. Payment at desks one through four upon completion. Questions?"
"Where's the safety briefing?"
"Conference room two, down that hall, second left. Next briefing starts in twenty minutes. Next!"
Elias took the card. Solid, official, his name on it. His hands shook slightly.
He was a registered adventurer.
The journey that started in a wheat field had just taken a major step forward.
Now he just had to prove he could survive it.
```
