The Guild’s debriefing happened the next morning.
Amaron sat in a small administrative office on the third floor of the main hall, across a desk from a woman nad Kael who worked in the Incident Review departnt and had the particular efficient quality of soone who had conducted hundreds of these interviews and knew exactly which questions to ask.
"Walk through the structural collapse," she said. "The mont you decided to intervene."
Amaron walked her through it. He provided exact details — the timing, the structural weak point, the mana manipulation technique. He did not lie. He simply failed to ntion that the technique he’d used was considerably more advanced than what a developing F-rank should theoretically know, and that the mana output required to execute it cleanly suggested a reserve closer to C-rank than anything his registration indicated.
Kael took notes. Asked follow-up questions. Cross-referenced his account against Corvin’s report and Resh’s testimony.
"Your registration lists you as F-rank with cartographic specialization," she said. "No combat training. No structural manipulation certification. How did you know that would work?"
"I’ve been studying," Amaron said. "Mana theory. Structural chanics. I work for a cartographer — we review dungeon stability assessnts regularly. I recognized the fracture pattern."
This was technically true. He had been studying. He did work for a cartographer. The fact that his actual knowledge ca from nine years of field experience in his first life was, again, information he did not volunteer.
Kael looked at him for a long mont. Then she made a note and moved on.
The interview lasted forty minutes. At the end, she told him his contract status was under review pending a mana capacity reassessnt, that he was not being disciplined, and that the Guild appreciated his quick thinking during an ergency situation.
"You saved lives," she said. "That matters."
Amaron accepted this with a nod and left before she could ask any more questions that would require him to construct answers that were true in ways she wouldn’t understand.
— ◆ —
He was halfway to the cartographer’s shop when Resh found him.
She fell into step beside him without preamble, hands in her coat pockets, expression neutral. "We need to talk."
"All right," Amaron said.
"Not here. Follow ."
She led him three streets over to a small tea shop that was empty except for the owner and one old man reading a newspaper in the corner. They sat at a table near the back. Resh ordered tea for both of them without asking what he wanted.
When the tea arrived, she looked at him with the direct, assessing gaze of soone who had made their living evaluating threats and determining which ones were real.
"I’ve worked with F-ranks for six years," she said. "I know what F-rank mana output looks like. What you did yesterday wasn’t F-rank. It wasn’t even close."
Amaron drank his tea and did not respond.
"So here’s what I think," Resh continued. "I think you’re either late-developing — which happens, rare but not impossible — or you’ve been deliberately underperforming on your assessnts, which is suspicious but not necessarily malicious. Either way, you’re not F-rank. And you’re not stupid, which ans you had a reason for hiding it."
"I did," Amaron said.
"Are you going to tell what it is?"
"No."
Resh considered this. Then she nodded, as if the answer confird sothing she’d already suspected. "Fair enough. But you need to know that Corvin’s going to file a capacity reassessnt request. The Guild’s going to test you. And when they do, they’re going to find out you’re not F-rank, and they’re going to ask the sa questions I’m asking, except they’re not going to accept ’no’ as an answer."
"I know," Amaron said.
"So what’s your plan?"
"Accept the reassessnt. Register at whatever capacity they asure. Adjust accordingly."
Resh looked at him for a long mont. "You’re not going to show them everything, are you."
It wasn’t a question. Amaron didn’t treat it as one.
"No," he said.
She nodded slowly. "You’re playing a longer ga than I understand. That’s fine. I’m not asking you to explain it. But I want you to know sothing." She leaned forward slightly. "I’ve seen people hide their strength before. Usually it’s because they’re planning sothing. Sotis it’s because they’re afraid of what happens when people know what they can do. You don’t read as malicious. You read as careful. And yesterday you chose to break your own cover to save five people you barely know. That ans sothing."
Amaron said nothing. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t require more honesty than he was prepared to give.
"So here’s my offer," Resh said. "I won’t push. I won’t tell anyone what I think I saw. But if you ever need soone who knows you’re more than you’re pretending to be, and who isn’t going to ask uncomfortable questions about why — you know where to find ."
She stood, dropped coins on the table for the tea, and left.
Amaron sat in the tea shop for a while after she was gone, turning over what she’d said and trying to determine whether he’d just gained an ally or created a new complication he’d have to manage later.
He filed it under: complicate later, probably both.
— ◆ —
He went to work.
Ossian was updating survey records when Amaron arrived, cross-referencing new data from a recent Guild expedition against the existing district maps. He looked up when Amaron ca in, registered that he was present, and returned to his work without comnt. This was Ossian’s standard greeting procedure and Amaron appreciated it.
He spent the morning copying coordinates, filing updated terrain docuntation, and thinking about what Resh had said. The reassessnt was coming. That was inevitable now. The question was how he managed it — how much he showed, how much he kept hidden, and what rank he could register at that would be believable as ’late developnt’ without exposing the full extent of his actual capacity.
He was running calculations on this when Ossian said sothing that made him look up.
"You’re that support contractor from the Marrin collapse, aren’t you."
Amaron set down his pen. "Yes."
"Heard about it at the Guild hall this morning. Core breach, passage collapse, team trapped for three hours." Ossian said this without particular emotion, just relaying information. "They said an F-rank support specialist collapsed the continuation passage to buy evacuation ti. That was you?"
"Yes."
Ossian made a small sound that might have been approval or acknowledgnt or both. "Good work. Core breaches are nasty. Lot of ways that could have ended badly."
"It almost did," Amaron said.
"But it didn’t." Ossian returned to his maps. "You’ll want to watch the reassessnt. Guild doesn’t like surprises. If your capacity’s higher than registered, they’re going to test it thoroughly. Be ready for that."
"I am."
Ossian nodded and said nothing more. They worked in companionable silence for the rest of the morning.
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