The guilds had gathered quickly, and parted ways even more swiftly. Oathless Sword and Brave Surge had not thought that after Black Index Finger had calmly given that little speech of his, most of the hundreds of guilds present would leave just like that, all of them informing the two before leaving, "We're going to be wearing our guild emblems, but don't expect us to help you in hunting Thousand Miles Drunk!"
"That rascal Black Index Finger, just what is that guy up to!?" Oathless Sword angrily cleaved a nearby tree sapling.
"Seeing the expression on his face during that whole time, it's clear he intentionally wanted to make a mockery out of us," Brave Surge said.
"I really hope Thousand Miles Drunk picks up a quest that specifically targets him and his guild. Let's see if he still dares to say such things," Oathless Sword spat.