Transcendent Is Nothing (2)

They soon arrived to a random building squished at the middle of a row of similar looking ones. Nothing really made it stood out from the rest apart from the tiny sign labelling it as a guild. 

"You're not from around here, are you?" 

The sudden apparition of a voice startled him, "nobody here for longer than a day or two would be standing in the middle of the street like that. So… Why are you here anyways?" 

Indeed, why was he here? He was having a hard time thinking. The blasting headache was the only thing that made him think he was not dreaming- 

"Fourteen days… unlucky chap, must've done something bad. Come I'll help you find a job. Quick, hurry up, you don't have much time." The blob-creature did not let him get any time to think before once again leading him away, this time towards what appeared to be the front desk.