More Of A Loner

"There's a new mage joining the Association?!"

"Look! There he is! The one with the funny face!"

"But the way he's dressed. It doesn't seem like what a mage would wear."

"Who cares?! Let's get to him before the others!"

The entire hall was torn into a mess as smaller Guilds rushed towards Skullius while the larger ones tried to approach in dignified steps.

It didn't take long for Skullius to be swarmed by a wave of mercenaries that sought to rope him in!

He couldn't believe he had been betrayed like this. Perhaps he should have expected it. Unlike Knights and such, the concept of honour was a mild suggestion buried in the lazy folds of conscience when it came to mercenaries.

What a sockethole.

"Sir, mage, please join my Guild! I'll make sure you're the new Vice!"

"No, no! Join our Guild, we'll make you live like a king!"