“Finally, back home.” Burt kicks off his boots and lays himself down on the couch. “I love what you’ve done with the place, Allard,” he says sarcastically.

The Adventurer’s Guild Quarters looks like it has been neglected for some time. Dust covers the tomes along the shelf and the couch looks almost tasseled from the shredded upholstery…

“Come on! Pick up the pace!”

You point out how strange it is that Burt’s interest in the Atlas peaked only after seeing it in the library as the two of you make your way toward Windrose City.

“How dare you? I’ve been excited this whole time!” You roll your eyes. You know Burt is in some sort of trouble with the Adventurer’s Guild.