After walking the streets for a few burns, Baylan spotted what must have been the Explorer's Guild.
Teh Wiki wrote:The Sierran Explorers Guild
Only the sign hanging out over the door distinguished this building from the row of shoddily built workman’s shacks. The sign showed a rough outline of Sierra’s coastline with Sierra’s crest in the center. Within, the single room was an odd mixture of library, workshop and den. To the left was a large desk with a slanted top. On it was a large parchment map of Sierra. Only the coastlines and the town were drafted with any details. The vast center of the map remained blank with a few scattered symbols near the town to denote discoveries. To the right was a workbench covered with tools and a preserved animal skin of some type drying over a rack. The back of the room contained a circle of chairs around a round table made from a thick slice of a giant tree trunk. The walls were decorated with the trophies from Sierran hunts, heads and skins of animals unknown on the other isles.
When the guild was open, a young man in a brown robe sat at the desk scribbling away at a parchment scroll.
It's a little early yet... I hope somebody is up and about, Bay mused.
The young adventurer was not entirely sure why exactly he was there. It just seemed to him to be the right place to go at the time. Waltzing about "looking for glory" has never gotten anybody anywhere. But then again, Baylan felt that he had the not-so-gentle guidance of the Red Warrior on his side. Perhaps adventure would simply jump out and strike him between the eyes.
He approached the door and rapped loudly upon it while wondering if his decision to leave his crate of nails near the ship was an intelligent choice. The lot was his only belonging of real value that he had brought with him. Well... he did have one other bargaining chip. But that was affixed firmly to his sanguine braids and it was not going anywhere anytime soon if he had a word to say about it.