"Ryan, I have a proposition for you," He said, as he took a cigarette out of his pocket. With the lighter in his hand, he lit that thin piece of paper. The flame was illuminating some of that aging, menacing face.
Throwing out some smoke, John continued, "Just the fact that you're not an idiot like the brat from Khalazhan makes things a lot easier." Looking deep into Ryan's eyes, he asked, "What you did in that portal was amazing, we need someone like you. But first, we need to understand what happened to you, how did the worst student in this institution get so strong in such a short time? Tell me, Ryan.
Crossing both arms, Ryan Whitemane looked thoughtful. As much as it seemed like a simple question, the answer was a little more complex than he could have imagined.
'To be honest, allying myself with the upper echelon of the guild would be extremely productive'