Allan: Healer hopeful, kitchen helper. Feels bad about the mess but won't say a thing.
This is the first time, that I see the inside of the guild master's office. Everything is made of wood, with painting of battles hanging on the walls. I see a painting of a chubby man, facing off against a giant spider, boxed in between two barriers. Guild Master Warren sees me staring at it, and then smiles.
"Do you like it? It is one of my favorites. Its name is: "Alone against the boss mob"," he says. I nod, and then straighten up. It is time for the report. Each one of us has given their version already.
It is my turn.
"We went, we read while the turtle sunbathed, and nothing much happened," I lie through my teeth. I am glad that Augustine stashed his truth pendant in his bottomless bag because if he hadn't done that, I would have been caught red-handed.