“Welco to the guild, kid,” Dem said while patting on the back.
“But we haven’t even walked in yet…”
Dem chuckled as he patted my back a few tis and opened the doors to the guild building. The building was befitting for a group of people that hunted monsters and did odd jobs, and it was exactly how I expected it to be.
The green wooden building was two stories high and was wider than it was longer. It took up a whole side of a street in Anderfield, not that it was much of a feat considering this was just a slightly larger town than usual.
Inside was seating along with a reception counter manned by a young Human man in a li green uniform. It slt of alcohol but not the drinking kind. I was quite surprised to see that this place seed very clean and well kept.
The large room was devoid of people besides a handful of loners that were spread out amongst the corners of the room. Most of them had drinks in hand, and so even had a al to go with it.
“This is pretty much how every guild building is. Another tip for you, if you have serious business with the guild, always co at lunch. Everyone takes the freshly posted quests in the morning then they head out imdiately, so most aren’t back till the evening or even sundown,” Dem said while pointing at a large board next to the reception counter. “At branches like these, official guild business like signing up stop around sundown and turn into more of an inn than an office. But if there is an ergency, sobody is always around. Now then,… would you look at who it is…”
Dem was making eye contact with the employee manning the counter, but the young man didn’t seem all that happy. The employee was around his early twenties and had his brown hair cut down to where you could see the white of his scalp. He was of average height and build but he had a stern look about him. He didn’t strike as a fighter.
“Dem,” the man said flatly.
“It’s good to see you, Dominick...last ti I saw you, weren’t you in the main branch over at Ostela?”
“Yes, I got a promotion last year, so now I am here.”
Dem laughed while rolling his arms out. “This is your promotion?”
Dominick sighed at Dem. “Yes, I would call being a branch manager a promotion, regardless of where I am stationed. Now, what business do you have? As you can see, I am quite busy.”
He definitely wasn’t busy at all. I think he was trying to count the circles on the grain of the wood when we walked in.
“This here is Voker, and he wants to sign up,” Dem said while giving another pat on the back.
“And why do you feel the need to hit him? Or accompany him, for that matter? Don’t tell you are his guardian or sothing.”
Dem chuckled once more while waving his hand dismissively. “No, no, nothing like that. I’m just helping him out and I want to make sure you give him the proper rank. He is going to be joining my party after all.”
“I see… and what do you an the proper rank? I run a tight ship around here, so don’t tell —”
Dem cut him off. “How about you just listen to what I have to say while you get the paperwork? Then you can decide if I’m blowing smoke up your pipes?”
Dominick blinked a few tis, then gave a once-over. “Do you want to join the guild, Mr. Voker?”
“Yes.”
“Alright then. Why don’t we use the backroom, and I can get us sothing to drink,” Dominick said while he began to collect so sheets of paper.
“Didn’t you just say you were busy…using the backroom and all that?” Dem teased.
“I’m busy now, aren’t I?” Dominick shot back. “Third door on the right. I’ll be with you two in a mont.”
“Oh, and I have so quests I need to turn in,” Dem added while unslinging his backpack.
“Report first, Dem. You should know this by now…” Dominick groaned.
“Can’t we just—”
Now it was Dominick’s turn to cut Dem off. “No,” he said sternly.
Dem let out a breath and rolled his eyes. Dominick slid him a piece of paper, and Dem took it begrudgingly. Dem waved for to follow him as he walked towards the indicated room. Upon opening the door we were greeted with a small room with a sitting couch and a table that was a bit too high to be a coffee table. Dem plopped down onto the sofa with a thud.
He grabbed an inkwell and set to work filling out the paper. “Does the guild always do so much paperwork? And they use actual paper?” I asked as I sat down next to him.
“Yes… so much damn paperwork. Everything you do has paperwork. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had you log how many tis you spanked it in your room…”
“What?”
Dem looked at with a blank stare. “Nothing…” he said dismissively.
“Anyways, yeah, lots of paperwork is involved. Every quest you complete is accompanied by so paperwork. Find so ‘lost’ tags? Paperwork. Want so new guild-issued equipnt? Paperwork. Breathe funny? Paperwork. It’s just another way for the guild to cover themselves. You know that’s the case since they foot the bill for all this paper themselves. But I guess it cos out of rank-up fees as well.”
“Rank up fees?”
“Yeah, paperwork isn’t the only constant downer. Fees are plenty, working for the guild. Whenever you have a rank-up evaluation, there is a fee. Higher the rank, the bigger the fee. But honestly, everything kind of balances out once you reach Topaz. All the discounts on lodging, supplies, repairs, equipnt, and rations really add up over ti. And as your rank increases, so do your discounts. It’s sort of an incentive for sticking with the guild. Those who think they are gonna make so quick coin and bounce find themselves poorer than when they first joined.”
“Makes sense. Have to keep people coming back sohow,” I added while resting deeper into the couch.
The guild seems like they have thought things out thoroughly. Those who stay for longer gain more benefits and end up bringing in more revenue. Those who join and can’t cut it or perish just continue to feed the guild money. It’s a pretty ruthless business model, but when your employees have a good chance of getting eaten by a monster, you have to make your money sohow.
Sobody knocked on the door a few tis and let themselves in. Dominick was carrying a few books along with so paper. He maneuvered his way while balancing everything in one hand and set it down onto the table with a thump.
He took his seat across from us and looked at . “Can you read and write?”
“Yes.”
“How is your Human?”
“Nearly perfect.”
“Good, then please write in Human while you fill this out. My Elvish still needs so work,” he said, handing my own piece of paper.
The paper wasn’t well refined as it had a brown tinge to it, but it was serviceable. I read the sheet as I began to fill it out. It asked simple questions like my age, race, sex, and the usual stuff you find on these forms. But as I progressed, the questions got more… interesting.
“What is a role? And do I really need to write down what magic I can use?” I asked.
“A role is your desired position in a party. For example, Dem is a Warrior. Roles are just to give people and us the general idea of what to expect if you are to enter a combat scenario. From the list, you can either select Non-Combatant who are adventurers who only take odd jobs like smithing or hard labor. Then there is Vanguard, those who sit at the front of their parties with the express goal of front lining against threats. Then you have Warriors like Dem, who are multi-purposed. I believe you have a man in your party who is also a Warrior that only focuses on defending your support, right, Dem?” Dom explained.
Dem looked up from his paperwork. “Yeah, Silent is a Warrior, even though he is more like a backline Vanguard.”
I nodded at Dem’s explanation while Dominick continued. “ Then you have Archers, pretty self-explanatory. After that, you have Mages, which once again is self-explanatory.”
“But what if sobody uses a sword and can use magic? Or a bow and magic?” I asked.
“Then they could be both, yes. However, if you select mage as your role, people will expect you to be in the backline casting magic. A Warrior or Vanguard that can use magic is a boon for any party but not their primary focus. Does that make sense?” Dominick asked.
“I see…”
“Then, finally, we have Support. Support is a role that encompasses a ton of different people and their skills. People who are skilled in, let’s say… picking locks or detecting traps fall under the Support role. Even a party chef falls under the Support role. Light mages who are skilled enough to heal people are also considered to be a Support. Are you a student of the school of light magic by chance?” Dominick asked .
“No, just fire.”
“Unfortunate, the guild could always use more light mages… so in your case, you would just be a Mage. And as for if you have to write down what kind of magic you can use, yes please put it down. In the case of an ergency quest, we may have to put you into a party with others. Building a balanced party is an important key to success.”
“Ergency quests?”
“They are quests that the guild assigns in ergencies. Normally we do not force anybody to accept a quest; however, if an ergency arises, you may be asked to accept it. Failure to accept it could lead you to being banned from the guild. But don’t worry, in my seven years of working with the guild, I’ve never once seen an ergency quest be issued. It’s mostly a clause from a bygone era. And the requirents for a quest to be considered an ergency are steep. So if one were issued, it would be a serious matter that you would probably be unable to avoid.”
I see—nothing to be concerned about then.
I nodded and handed my finished form to Dominick. His eyes went wide as he observed my writing. “Your handwriting is perfect… Mr… let’s see—Voker Winterheart. May I just call you Mr. Voker?”
“That’s fine with . Also, is that really it? Is my age not a concern?” I questioned.
“Your age? Instead of that, how about you answer these questions. Do you understand that you are putting your body and your life at risk? Are you capable of defending yourself and others? Will you be able to complete the quests that you take on or are given to you? Do you want to be here and live the life of an adventurer? If you answered yes to all of those questions, then your age matters little. And besides, you are clearly not a child. You may be young, but you wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t handle yourself. And Dem would not be accompanying you either.”
“I suppose you are right. But, is being an adventurer really that easy?”
Dominick gave a forlorn smile. “Yes, I suppose becoming an adventurer is easy.”
That is sowhat ominous.
“Good. Now that all that is out of the way, let’s go ahead and start with your orientation. I’ve prepared a few glasses of water if you need to quench your thirst. Feel free to stop at any point if you have questions,” Dominick said while taking one of the large leather-bound books and flipping to the first page.
“NO! Absolutely not! You can stop right there. I am not sitting through another one of these for as long as I live. Sorry, Voker. Let say what I have to say, then you can drown the kid in useless information,” Dem said while shooting up from the couch.
Dominick eyed Dem, then sighed as if it couldn’t be helped. “Fine, say what you have to say then.”
“Voker here is at least an Athyst rank adventurer. Putting him any lower would be a cri.”
“Impossible. Have you been drinking as much as you have been gambling, Dem? Do you honestly believe I can, or even would, make Mr. Voker an Athyst rank on his first day? I enjoy my job, and I am looking forward to working my way up to the top. Getting fired in my second year as a manager would be a cri,” Dominick snorted.
“Just hear out.”
Dem went on to explain my feats over the last few days, that I had soloed an entire Drone hive and had the proof to back it up. That I had taken down multiple monsters with Interdiate level fire magic with ease. Despite my injury, I was able to hold my own, and he even went as far as to say that I wasn’t a burden but an asset.
That I was willing and able to be bait for an active lurker. His main argunt for making Athyst was that if I was any lower, I wouldn’t be able to accept most of the party’s quests, nor would I be able to get credit for Ruby-level quests. Dominick sat in silence with a practiced smile and listened to Dem as he rambled on.
Eventually, Dem stopped. “So… yeah… how about it, Dominick?”
“Are all of these things true, Mr. Voker?” Dominick asked .
“Yes… well, all the parts about killing the monsters and taking down the Drone hive. I also played a part in taking down the Lurker, but I was just a distraction.”
“Are you also an Interdiate fire mage like Dem says you are?”
“I am,” I responded simply.
Dominick nodded his head a few tis then gave another once over. Finally, he smiled. “Doesn’t change a thing. I’m sorry.”
Dem shot up with a look of bewildernt on his face. “Bwah? What? You just heard everything I said, right?”
“Yes, I did, Dem. However, you are asking to gamble on this young man, and unlike you, I am not willing to pay the price for losing. If sothing were to happen to a young inexperienced adventurer after I made him an Athyst rank out of the gate, it would be my body living in the streets, not yours, Dem.”
Dominick shifted a bit, then turned to . “Of course, I an no disrespect to you, Mr. Voker. I don’t doubt your achievents, especially if Dem here is willing to corroborate these events. But I can not and will not make you Athyst. Surely you understand why?”
“Then if you can’t, you can at least—”
Dominick put his hand up to stop Dem. “Indeed, I will not be placing Mr. Voker into Amber. He is clearly far beyond the lowest rank of the guild, and he has technically completed two quests that far outstrip the abilities of Amber already. I also understand that you want him to be a part of your party, which makes putting him into Opal a difficult choice. This is why I will be making a compromise. Are you willing to do this much, Dem?”
“And what’s it going to be?” Dem asked while crossing his arms.
“Simple. I will put Mr. Voker into Opal as soon as we are done with orientation. I will even waive the evaluations and the rank-up fee. On top of that, I will allow Mr. Voker to partake in an accelerated rank-up evaluation. If he passes, he will be able to rank up to Topaz in no ti at all. Now since he will be joining your party, which consists of Athyst-ranked adventures or higher, I will allow him to partake and gain credit for completing quests with your group and your group only.”
“Really? You would do that?” Dem said with a hint of excitent.
“But—”
Dem groaned. “Always a but, huh…”
“But, you will be responsible for Mr. Voker.” Dominick turned to with a serious expression, “If Mr. Voker here proves to be a… bad seed, the bla will fall onto you and your party. Not just you but all of you will be punished and have to pay the appropriate fines. Your group might even face a demotion depending on the situation. Are you willing to accept these terms? Of course, I will be speaking with the rest of your party as well, not only to gain their permission but to authenticate your claims.”
Dem didn’t even hesitate, and he grinned. “Deal. You got a deal, Dominick. And go ahead and talk to everyone else. I’m sure they will agree with .”
Dominick's eyes went wide in surprise for a mont. “Are you willing to gamble your livelihood over him?”
“You said it yourself, Doms. I love gambling. And I’m willing to bet Voker here is a prodigy in the making. I just got a good feeling about it,” Dem said with a chuckle. “This all sounds good to you, Voker? I don’t want to force you into any of this…”
“I’m not sure gambling on is a wise decision. But if you are willing to accept the risks, then I won’t be complaining,” I said nonchalantly.
Did I really leave this much of a lasting impression on Dem? Can he tell that I’m holding back? Or does he actually believe that I have room to grow?
It’s true that a mage is a valuable asset to any party. Or perhaps Dem believes I will feel obligated to follow him around if he does this much for . Under normal circumstances, I might have followed Dem and his crew. But I have my own goals to consider. Using Dem is just convenient for .
People are waiting for after all.
“Well, you heard the guy.” Dem shot up from his seat and stretched. He then handed over his report to Dominick. “Don’t die here, alright, Voker? Since you got that mask, you can just fall asleep, and he won’t notice.”
“Orientation is a vital component to the hiring process, Dem. Are you suggesting otherwise?” Dominick said with a glare.
“I’m not suggesting anything. It’s just facts. I’m getting out of this place. Voker, I recomnd getting a bed here tonight. I’ll see you here tomorrow night for dinner,” Dem said with a wave as he walked out of the door.
Dominick sighed and prepared his books once more. “Now then—”
I cut Dominick off. “Before we start, can I write letters and send them out from the guild?”
Dominick seed slightly annoyed at first but nodded silently. “Of course. The guild runs one of the biggest postal services in the world. The fees depend on how far you plan on sending your ssage and if you choose priority or not.”
“Good. I’ll be doing that priority option, and I’m sending it to Syn’nari. Could you please get a couple of sheets of paper so I can write while you go over things?” I asked.
Dominick nodded and got up to leave. He returned a few monts later with small strips of paper. He explained that priority mail needed to be kept short and to the point. So that a courier could read the ssage and rember it so that even if the physical mail was lost, they could repeat the ssage.
And since priority mail was considered to be a quest by the guild, the mail was guaranteed to make it at so point to its desired destination. Even if multiple couriers died en route, sobody would eventually finish the chain. This was a perfect guarantee considering the cost and the likelihood of the ssage not making it the first ti around. Now… what am I going to say…
I am alive. Last known position Sandervile. Traveling to Dad’s ally to see his wife and child.
This should do it. If Dad was alive, he would know exactly what I am talking about. If not, then at least the others would know my last known location. I wrote the ssage and addressed it to multiple people with the intention of getting nurous people to see it. I sent the ssage to my family, Padriac’s family, Grandpa, and the Owlkirk ranger detachnt.
If Sargeant us or Captain Amberdew were still kicking and in their positions, they would also understand the ssage. Sending a priority ssage to these four destinations cost eight gold…
A small fortune to send a three-sentence ssage.
Thankfully my wonderful patron who donated this Spatial Storage Ring had nine gold and so spare large silver coins for . So once I turn in my monster parts, I will have so extra money, but I’ll do that tomorrow when I go and purchase a bag to ‘hold’ my things in.
I was tempted to ask Dominick about Owlkirk’s attack, but I didn't want to give away too much about myself. Being cautious has gotten this far. I’m sure I can find that information easily enough. I doubt anybody is coveting five-year-old details on a small village anyways.
I finished my ssages far before Dominick finished his orientation.
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I see why Dem chose to leave… my behind was becoming very uncomfortable on this couch now. It was over two hours long as Dominick continued to read through the large books.
Most of the stuff I thought he was regurgitating was common sense, but I suppose this is just a way for the guild to say, “I told you so,” so if you end up ssing up, they can just cut you off. Of course, the guild would protect you in certain situations if you could prove your innocence. But doing that in this day and age would be difficult. If a king says you murdered soone, then you murdered that soone.
Not that any of this matters.
I’m already going to be a wanted man, so I can’t rely on the guild to save if the ti cos. Using my status as an adventurer is so that I can move around more freely and discreetly, along with the added bonus of having money and having an explanation for my appearance.
Dominick wrapped up his work, and I went to pay for a room, but he said the first two nights were free. With that, I left the small room with Dominick so I could get the key to where I would be spending the next few nights.
Now with lunch over, the guild building was even more empty. Dominick reassured what Dem had already said and guaranteed that this place would be packed within the next two hours.
Not wanting to be here when that happened, I promptly took my key and went upstairs to find my room. I found the designated space and opened it to reveal a small room. It was even smaller than my dorm room back in Sandervile’s Academy, but I shouldn’t compare the two. The room had a bed and a desk with a chair. That was all it needed.
The room was clean, and the bed was well-maintained. I can’t say the bed was comfortable, but anything was better than sleeping on the ground. I drew the curtains, locked the door, and then even blocked it with a Dire Wolf bone that I wedged into. Typically I wouldn’t want to go to sleep so early, but the fatigue of being on the run and traveling through the forest has finally caught up to .
My body felt like a lump of lead as I plopped down onto the bed. I took out a few pieces of dried at and took my mask off to get a al. Eating before bed wasn’t very good for you, but I needed sothing to eat. It was a weird thing to watch as my skin changed colors right before my eyes. I’m sure my hair looked just as odd, but I couldn’t see that.
I only take the mask off to eat, and I have to make sure nobody is watching . So I have been eating in my sleeping bag at night since I can completely cover myself. It ans I’m hungry most of the ti, which I find to be very annoying, but sadly it’s just sothing I have to do now. I scarfed down the rest of my rations and finished it off with a swig from a canteen.
I would be sleeping with this mask on for the foreseeable future, so I put it back on and rolled into bed. I didn’t even bother changing clothes or washing. I needed sleep, and I needed it now. Besides, I couldn’t do anything since Dominick would only have my guild tags prepared for by tomorrow evening.
Within monts I was already drifting off to another restless night.
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