Impulsive Buy

The private job appointment was scheduled for Thursday, which was today.

Lord Nolan and Mr. Mittens arrived via a sleek luxury hovercraft, and both the Earl and the Lynx had to do a double take after disembarking.

For there it was, in the middle of a relatively large clearing.

It was the look.

The look of utter poverty.

"..."

 

"…"

The building, if one could call it that, stood with all the grace of a collapsed tin case and the charm of an overworked warehouse.

Granted, for it to be a warehouse, it actually had to be big enough to fit things.

But how would that even be possible when this was barely a shack?

And if anything, the new and neat signboard that said "Dungeon Guardians Guild" highlighted the disparity even more.

Was it leaning?

Yes. Yes, it was.

To his horror, a hinge creaked, almost sending him back into the hovercraft to return to Planet Nolan.