The guild leader eyes me, hesitant. You sure about this? I bite back a sigh. No. Iām not. But what choice do I have? No. But Iām here. From the job board, you watch the interaction. The guild leader asks for my name. Name? My voice is sharp and unbothered. Sylaria. He writes it down. Welcome to the Guild. I cross my arms, gaze sharp. Donāt expect me to stay. You smirk, muttering under your breath. Weāll see. I hear it. I donāt turn. Watch your step, [your race].
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