The commotion had settle with everyone heading back to their business . There were still murmurs amongst the members with one in a while cold stares settling on Lothor and Sen who were at the registration counter filling out some forms.
" Why was he let go ? "
" The official already ordered the command for his arrest, why is he still here ? "
" This all thanks to that covenant Guild leader of ours. "
" Yeah , The master should be from the Imperial Gentry . "
Lothor stood before the counter watching Sen fill out the final form. His attention though was already pulled by the murmurs from the members relatively close behind him. He clenched his fist tightly trying to avoid any unnecessary clashing with the guild members. T
" So they really hate the guild master that much , huh ?" He heard Sen say as he handed him the guild registration forms.
Lothor sighed slightly unclenching his fist and took the forms .
" There is no need to worry about them . " he paused searching through the forms.
" They are just not in favor of the status of the guild master . " he finished as he closed the final form.
" Status ? " Sen asked .
Lothor stopped the surroundings with his one eye then ushered Sen to follow him.
" Follow me. The atmosphere here is too dense . " Lothor said as he passed to the right wing of the guild.
Sen followed him already feeling the cold looks judge his every movement.
A few moments later they were in front of a wooded door decorated with cloud like carvings on it . Inside was an orderly office, with a gentle breeze swaying the colorless curtains at the open glass window. Along the walls were bookshelves arrayed with different books ,all categorized by subject and topic evident from the tags at the top of the shelves.
Lothor walked to the desk across the room near the window . He placed the forms onto a tray then took a seat.
" We can talk here . " he said .
Sen looked around the office as he walked towards the desk. His eyes darted around the array of books that rested on Lothor's shelves. They finally rested on a tag at the far corner of the shelves . On it was written,
" Space Time Realms ".
Lothor gazed at Sen as he strode towards the tag column. Sen's face had developed a serious look, his eyes narrowed and locked in on the column as they searched the book spines. After a while he stopped with a slight disappointed sigh hidden in his breath.
Was there something you were looking for? " Lothor asked as Sen moved towards the front of his desk.
" No, Nothing in particular. " Sen said.
" Okay then lets go back to the matter at hand. Your role in the guild. " Lothor said letting the sudden intrigue by Sen pass.
" First things first I'll update you on the current guild standing as of . "
" The Octa guild as of now is under the guidance of the imperial gentry. " he said pausing looking at Sen .
" And by the look on your face am sure you don't know what the imperial gentry is. "
Sen chucked a little scratching the back of his head.
" The imperial gentry is one of the branches of the kingdom guard , The Legion Logos . Our soul and purpose is to serve and protect the Kingdom from internal and any external threats no matter what it takes. "
" So if you're one of the branches ,what's the other ? " Sen asked.
" The second one is called the Covenant Gentry. None like the imperial gentry, the covenant gentry doesn't undergo formal training or have a structured rank hierarchy, mainly consisting of adventurers. They operate on contracts with the clients through the guild . "
" The covenant gentry huh ? " Sen said curious s he gazed at the ceiling of the room. It had a couple of drawings where blindfolded men stood in a battle field obscured by what looked like white smoke.
" Yes. And before today there was only one person registered as a covenant gentry. "
" Guild master Trojn . " Sen answered resting his eyes on the crest sored onto Lothor's eye patch.
" Oh ! Do you mean …" Sen added after realizing what Lothor was driving at.
" Yes , as of now you're a Covenant Gentry and the newest member of the Octa guild. Even though temporary. "
" I guess that explains the stares Trojn got from the members. "
" And the same stares will befall you from here on out. " Lothor added.
Sen went quiet . He looked at the window where the warm sun rays piercing through the curtains , his thoughts parading the possible outcomes of becoming a guild member disapproved by almost of the other members. But that didn't worry him as much as the fact that Salur was just foot walk distance from where the guild was.
" I don't need to think of that right now. " he thought.
Lothor on the other hand observed Sen ,still seated in his chair. He could tell that Sen's mind was far from being worried of the guild members view of him. The last time He had seen him was in the medic hall, back when his arcane aired bloodlust with every shift. But now he was no longer that boy from two years back.
" No need to worry . " Lothor said.
" Am sure Trojn choose to help you for a reason. "
Sen's face softened into a small smile. He then more energetic proceeded to ask.
" So , if am a guild member now what's my fist mission. "
" The task will be disclosed tomorrow, together with your teammates. For now just go get a place to stay. "
Sen nodded in agreement.
" You're dismissed. " Lothor said.
As Sen left the room he couldn't help but wonder .
" Why . Why did Trojn choose me. "
< Somewhere in Laptove. >
Amidst a gentle violin tune that soothed the bustling air of Laptove ,the clanging of a fork as it met a plate could be heard echoing across the quiet and spacious restaurant. It seemed to get louder and frantic every time it hit the plate. A while later soft footsteps joined the fray in the air disrupting the clanging of the fork to a stop.
Approaching a seated lady in the restaurant was a man draped in a gold lined robe. The seated lady appeared angry with a fork tossed to the side of her plate. She had placed down her black white fan and extended her hand to the wine filled glass.
She sipped then raised her eyes to meet the man's standing in front of her.
" It seems being noble takes a little bit more effort , doesn't it Lady Belhe ? " the man asked sarcastically.
" Am surprised how they even manage to eat food with forks . " Lady Belhe answered placing her glass on the table.
" Tell me what brought you here , Trojn. I doubt you came all this way to indulge my catering habits. " she added her face a little bit more serious than before as he ushered him a seat
" It about our prospect, Sen. " he said
" What of him. "
" I understand you have you're reasons for vouching for him, but it seems he is in a rather serious conditions with Rusty. " he said with an emphasis on serious.
" You think he still holds a grudge for his grandfather. "
" Especially with the escapade he led after the Miasma event, I believe so. And it might be worse with him now holding a influential seat in Laptove. "
Lady Belhe remained quiet. Then .
" So what do you plan on doing ? "she asked.
" I've assigned him the mission request you submitted along with a prospect of mine too. "
" I'm hoping that this would gain them some more favor amongst their fellow guild members. " Trojn added.
Lady Belhe thought for a while longer then with a sigh she said.
" Alright , I'll see what I can do. " Lady Belhe said as she stood up .
She walked towards the exit leaving as a waitress took Trojan's order.
< Octa guild . >
Sen walked along the guild's compound paths, mesmerized by the grandeur of the guild and its members . He was still in awe , hardly realizing the girl coming his way.
Thud , Clang.
We're the sound of them clashing and the equipment that she was carrying fell to the ground.
" Ow , ow . " Sen said rubbing his forehead.
" Watch where you're going. " the girl said angry as she collected the equipment on the ground.
" Sorry, I didn't see you . Let me help you with that. " Sen said still groaning from the pain.
Sen looked around trying to find any equipment to carry but they gone . And so was the girl. She was several paces away with all the equipment in hand.
" Who even was that. " he wonder as he watched the brown haired girl walk up the stairs.
He turned back to the guild gates. He had to find an inn to rest for the night. But one thing still bothered him. In his hand was his empty bag with the echoes in it saying one thing.
" Broke . "
As he walked ahead his mood sullen from his financial situation he heard a deep voice call out to him .
" Sen , right ? " it said.
In front of him was a butler his grey aged hair perfectly combed .
" Please follow me. I've been sent by Lady Belhe. "