Steel Falcon Guild
"Guide Ambrose." Guild master Dorothy beamed when he strode into her office. She was leaning against her desk, a cup of what seemed to be tea in one hand. "Glad you could make it."
Ambrose hesitated for a second, first using spatial awareness to scan the place.
He didn't know why he did it.
But at this point, it felt like the universe or the sick fuck who runs it always threw something bad his way whenever his life was getting too peaceful even for a minute.
Fortunately, there was nothing out of the ordinary, making him relax with a smile of his own.
"Good morning, Ma'am." He greeted, shutting the door behind him before making his way to the desk. "And of course, I showed up. The message said it was urgent."
"Indeed." Dorothy turned to her seat, crashing into it with a small sigh. Setting her teacup aside, her head tilted slowly with curiosity. "I heard about your… performance in the dungeon raid yesterday."
Sigh.
As expected.
