In the faded metropolis of Northport, city of goblin artisans and orcish civil servants, several decommissioned mercenarie companies formed a union with the former members of the shuttered rogue's guild, together with the disorganized circle of mages known as the Unclaimed Journeyman association. And formed the Adventurers Guild.
Housed in a ramshackle fortress built where the Merchant's, Artisan's, and redlight districts meet, the guildhall provides its members with hirelings, quests, and ease of access to training and equipment, and proof of employment so as to prevent arrests and indenture for vagrancy.

At the entrance you will find a kilted man between two signs. One says
 "Anything that isn't nailed down in mine, anything that I can pry up isnnailed down"
The other says
  "All weapons longer than a cubit plus a span must be peacebpnded or checked.

The shadows of some halberdiers in the next room seem to indicate that the second sign is important.

After turning his sword over, Jendrich pauses a few steps into the guild's main room. He wasn't sure what to expect, but the place seemed more like a normal mess hall, if only with a few more unusual people here and there. "Alright, I can do this... He looks over the area, then shakes his head. "Whatever it is I should do here..." Unsure how to proceed, he finds a seat so he can gather his thoughts.

A lightly armored, and hooded man with a tuck sheathed on his back, strolls in. He nods at the halberdiers as they let him pass, without checking his weapon. "Hello again, Aemon. I can't seem to find sound leadership, in employment as of late. I'm signing off with the group that went to find an illicit magic shop, the Hadereum bade us track down...If they make it back alive, their report will be interesting, to say the least. As for me, it's back to looking for work."
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