The Guild Master begrudgingly agreed for them to infiltrate.
His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck tensing visibly as he surveyed the motley crew that had invaded his sanctuary.
His red eyes flicked towards Heka—who was now examining a decorative vase on a side table with theatrical interest.
He let out a long, slow breath through his nose, the kind of sigh that spoke of years of dealing with difficult people and learning to pick his battles.
There we have it: my comrade in arms are all here to support me! I'm so darn happy.
...Except every single one of them knows I'm absolutely fine, and they just wanted to get the exclusive access to the front row seat where they'll learn about my adventurer class.
They weren't here to support me—they were here for the spectacle. They were even gossiping openly if I might turn out to be Star class, their voices carrying across the room with absolutely no attempt at discretion.
