The main hall was loud like always, but none of that noise made it up into the guildmaster's office.
Allen sat behind his desk with a cup of tea he'd let go cold, a stack of reports shoved off to the side that he had no real intention of reading.
The only thing in his hands was a single sheet of parchment, the assessment for the unranked gate, and the spot where a shard rating should have been was just blank.
A knock hit the door, then it swung open before he said anything.
"You wanted me?" Garret asked, walking in.
He was a broad man with a short grey beard and a scowl that never really went away. As the Vice Guildmaster, he handled the boring half of the job, which was most of it, and right now he looked like that half had finally pushed him into coming upstairs.
"Sit," Allen said.
Garret didn't sit, coming up to the desk, crossing his arms, and staring down at the parchment with clear distaste.
