At least I have a year this time

  “Hey you little sh-”

  “New guild member”

  “Well take you to your knew job servi- contributing to our great and powerful guild”

  We walk into a large hall like the ones you would imagine being in a mideval castle they pull me very roughly into a side hall. but before they do I catch a glimpse of a man sitting on a throne at the end of the hall. ten feet tall and made of muscle, the guy looks like he could snap me like a twig.

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  Oof

  They shoved me pretty roughly into a room filled with boxes

  “You'll be here sorting materials till the boss decides your good enough to be in the big leagues”

  “Do I get paid?”

  “You get paid with the satisfaction of helping the guild punk”

  At least he dropped all of the false niceties

  “Okay, you're right I should be happy to serve the glorious blackfire guild. You're so much smarter than me”

  “That's right, you're pretty smart, not as much as me, but I might take you under my wing”

  Dumbass, fooled with a little bit of flattery

  After a long winded expiration and a bit of threats the man left

  I better get sorting

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