So the next time you walk into an adventurer’s guild—especially a dingy, forgotten one at the edge of town—remember to smile at the receptionist. Say hello. Ask how their day is going.
A former A-rank mage who took the job after a curse rendered him unable to cast spells above F-rank. He runs the Thornwood Guild’s desk with terrifying efficiency. He also maintains a secret list of adventurers who failed to say “please.” They only ever get escort quests. To swamps. receptionist at the bottom tier guild
“We demand a rank promotion!” shouts the one with a broom handle painted silver. So the next time you walk into an
And for the love of all that is holy, fill out Form 72-B correctly. The receptionist is currently accepting donations of high-quality ink, un-chewed quills, and any information on a decent chiropractor. Apply at the desk. Ring the bell. (Please don’t actually ring the bell.) A former A-rank mage who took the job
“Have you considered… mushroom picking?” the receptionist asks gently. “Very safe. Low stress. The mushrooms rarely fight back.” Every veteran adventurer knows one golden rule: be nice to the receptionist.
Young adventurers arrive every day, eyes blazing with heroic light. They’ve read tales of legendary heroes who started at the bottom. They don’t realize that 90% of bottom-tier adventurers end up as goblin food or, worse, selling insurance.