Dallion returned to the real world, still gasping for air. The test had proven to be far more exhausting than he had expected. At first, he thought it had been deceivingly easyhe had faced bigger opponents for longer amounts of ti, and with fewer points in body. With March, though, the exhaustion seed to have a delayed effect, reaching its peak minutes after the fight was over.
Given his poor performance, Dallion wasnt surprised at the stares he got. What surprised him was the silence that followed. From his experience back on Earth, usually this was the point at which the mocking began. There was no mocking here.
Hes good to go, March said, returning the pyramid to its place on the shelf. Get the paperwork done. Did he pay the fee?
Err, yes. Estezol straightened up, snapping from his montary daze. Yes, maam he has.
Good. Finish up, give him an emblem. March glanced at Dallion, then smiled. And give him sothing to eat. My treat.
You an he made it? Nitiello asked, eyes as wide as teacups.
Hes rough around the edges, but hell do. You can chat with your echo, if you want the details. Without another word, the woman left the room, leaving only silence behind her.
All glances continued to be focused on Dallion.
This is a bit uncomfortable, he thought. Was he supposed to fail? The cockiness inside him urged for him to make a snarky comnt. The confused part wasnt sure what he should do. After several seconds, a compromise was reached.
So, about that food? Dallion broke the silence with a smile. Anything particular in mind or do I get to choose?
The questions had their effect. It was as if a temporary enchantnt had been removed. With a wince the trio returned to their dice gambling. Nitiello shook his head briefly in disappointnt, then unceremoniously ignored Dallion as if the boy wasnt there. Estezol imdiately got the hint, for he grabbed Dallion by the hand and quickly dragged him into the corridor.
Youve no idea how lucky you are, he whispered once the two were clear from the training room. March hasnt passed anyone from the first try in years.
Is that good or bad?
Both, to be honest. Usually, she fails candidates a few tis to test their determination. The fact that she didnt, ans she saw sothing in you. Where did you co from again?
Oh, a small village at the edge of the empire. Dallion tried to be as dismissive as possible. I doubt youve heard it. Nothing happens there. Even rchants avoid it.
Any noble lineage?
Err, not that I know of Dallion lied. Well, technically it wasnt a lie. His family back on Earth didnt have a drop of noble blood in their veins. Also, being a village chief wasnt technically a noble.
You must have been blessed by the Seven. Id suggest you dont tell anyone about your trial, but its already too late?
In what way? Dallion didnt like the sound of that.
Rumors always surround anyone accepted by March. The fact that shes shown a special liking towards you is bound to cause certain he paused for a mont, searching for the appropriate word. curiosity. Adzorg will probably share the fact with everyone who goes to the training room.
Adzorg?
Captian Nitiello Adzorg, the bearded man clarified. Despite the exchange you witnessed, he was a big deal in the guild. Still is. For one thing, hes the one who made all the training items in the room. Granted, hes been a bit out of it lately, but have no illusions, hes not just so random old man.
That explained the echo Dallion had seen during his test fight. It was extrely well crafted, and unlike the echoes hed had experience with lately, very useful. As it turned out, the real purpose of echoes was to serve as guides and assistantssothing like a Star Trek hologram. Dallion, of course, hadnt asked whether they could be used for punishnt. That was one answer he preferred not to the know for the mont.
As they reached the first floor of the building, Dallion instinctively turned towards the main room hed been led from.
Not that way, Estezol grabbed his arm. Were going to the garden.
The na sounded suspiciously like another awakened domain, but turned out to be an actual small garden in the back of the building. Several people were there, guild mbers by the looks of it, chatting and eating at small wooden tables on the grass.
Estezol took Dallion to one of the two tables under a gazebo and sat down. Monts later, a silent mountain of muscles approached.
The usual for , Estezol said, not in the least intimidated by the seven-foot giant. And a full course for the rookie. Hes had the March treatnt.
The large waiter smirked, then left without a word. In Dallions mind he could see the giant breaking tables with his hands or head for fun. Hopefully, hed never have to witness such a sight.
Normally, Id treat you to sothing better, being the first ti and all, but all the good cooks are asleep at this ti of day.
Good to know, Dallion thought. Although the breakfast hed had wasnt half bad.
Well, let officially congratulate you on joining the Icepicker Guild. Id have done so earlier, but you caught us all off guard. Now that several minutes had passed since the March incident, the short, bearded man had regained his oratory skills. The way he talked made Dallion think of a car salesman on TV. There was no denying, though, that he did it with a lot more charm. Now, keep in mind that the first few months youll only be a trial mber.
Dallion started opening his mouth to express his thanks, only to get interrupted before he could utter half a word.
I know, I know. Estezol sighed, more theatrically than necessary. Its just a rule thing. Youve nothing to worry about, though. Almost every temp has beco a permanent mber soon enough. As long as you dont have serious problems with the law or the city guard, youre in.
It was interesting to note that there was a distinction between the two. Dallion made a ntal note to learn the reason for this as soon as possible.
Once youre done eating, Ill give you a temporary emblem. Keep it with you at all tis and dont lose it. Its a guarantee that youre part of the guild. In a week or so, when your ntor is decided, youll be given an individual one.
Nice. That sounded more like it. Think Ill be in Marchs group?
Captains dont pick newbies, Estezol laughed. Even lieutenants rarely get to pick. Usually, the old dogs get to pick and choose. Its pretty much luck, though all of them are pretty good. So are harsher than others. Theyll take care of you during your trial period. When they feel youre ready, youll officially beco a junior mber.
The conversation quickly focused on the further workings of the guild. As much as Dallion expected it to follow the ga guild and fantasy book practices, it turned out that there was a much more corporate tilt than he had expected. From what he could make out, while the guild master ran the guild along with two vices, he answered to a number of financial backers. According to Estezol, the backers never ddled with guild affairs, but expected a steady inco from guild activities.
Beneath the guild master were the captains, who organized large-scale missionsrealm runs, as they called them. In addition, the captains had a field of guild specialization. March was responsible for arcane realm missions, Nitiello was formally in charge of guild training. There were several more captains, whom Estezol ntioned in passing, all relating to areas that Dallion didnt need to know at this point. Every captain had a few aids, or lieutenants, who assisted in the work. Beneath were the common mbers divided in three groups: senior, normal, and junior. In addition, a complex system of ranks and roles determined a persons significance and pay in relation to the guild.
Dallion, like every newbie, was going to start as a level one pack rat, or a support mber as was the official title. His role would be to carry things from place to place, both in the awakened realms and in real life, and learn the ropes. Also, there were the scouts, the forgers, the fighters, the orators, and the nders, to na only the basic ones. Dallions music skills, once developed, could easily earn him a spot in the orator group.
Fifteen minutes into the conversation, the mountain of muscles arrived with a platter of food for Dallion, and a stiff drink in a small cup for Estezol. Without waiting for an invitation, Dallion started eating.
And the level doesnt depend on the role? He asked after a few mouthfuls.
Levels only apply to the rank. Juniors dont have ranks, but the rest have seven eachone for each moon. When you choose your role, you start as a level one. Based on how well you do your tasks, you go up, until you reach level seven. At that point, you have your master quest. When you pass that, youre a senior.
And when I beco a senior level seven? Dallion asked eagerly. Do I beco a lieutenant?
When youre a level seven, you beco an elite. Any senior mber can be a lieutenant. Its more of the captains choice.
Elite it had a nice ring to it. All Dallion had to do was rise fifteen ranks to get there.
And hows this related to my awakening level?
Hmm. Estezol finished the rest of his drink, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Thats slightly more complicated.
Ah. Because things werent so far?
Theres no set rule, but in general you need to be a double digit to beco a senior guild mber. There have been exceptions. Sotis a prodigy appears who blasts the competition away before they reach level ten. Spellcrafters are like that, but good luck running into a mage. Estezol snorted.
Guilds dont like them much?
Oh, quite the contrary. Guilds would love to have anyone with spellcraft. Between the Order, the Imperial Academy, and the Imperial court, there arent many left. If you had any such skills, we wouldnt be talking right now. More than likely Id have to bow in your presence. The bearded man laughed.
Dallion joined in, although didnt get the joke.
Bottom line. Every guild has a different value. So guilds focus on earning money, others to increase their influence in the city. We pick up the things left behind. We are the ones who pick up fallen ice, and we stick up for one another."
With that, the conversation about guild structure was pretty much over. The topic shifted to life in the city itself, including several must see areas. Judging by Estezols description, most of them werent places hed visit, and the rest were places that Hannah would kick him out if he did.
After half an hour, once Dallion had finished all of his food, he returned to the entrance room with Estezol, where he was given his very own guild emblem. The emblem was no larger than a coin, stamped with the crest of the guild on one side and an empty hourglass on the other, but to Dallion it felt like getting his drivers license. The simple piece of bluish silver gave him the right to nd and improve within the city limits. He could start working for Hannah now, as well as earn enough money for himself. But that wasnt all! The guild hadnt just given him a license to earn money; it had given him the ans to learn more about his awakening powers and develop them under the guidance of others.
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