The guild was his.
Telets told himself that as he looked around. The guild was his… but Guild Master Thor had declared war on the World Dungeon.
Telets knew that there was no getting out of it. He wouldn't have wanted to get out of it even if there was an option to.
Brandon and Pan had fought and survived, somehow.
But…
"What happened to your group?" It was strange that the boy was getting suspicious now, but he simply didn't want to risk his family.
And that included Brandon and Pan now, true, but before it had not.
"Well, at the start it was the undead," Brandon began, as he sat down. Pan following soon after. Telets winced. His father's white clothing were getting dirty with blood and mud.
And the man wasn't even twitching.
"Then Solas of all people appeared," Brandon continued with a smile on his lips.