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Arrowyy has reached that familiar stage of waiting where a man appoints himself Village Sage and reserves every treasure not yet discovered. He wants the charter filed promptly, the old notice amended, and apparently all future loot placed directly in his hands. Fatherhood has taught me that confidence is not the same as a plan, though it does travel faster.
Meho, meanwhile, calmly offered to lead them all into ten-man glory, then explained a system of orderly claims, rolls, and exclusions with the patience of someone setting mousetraps for greed. Blaedy wants no responsibility whatsoever, except for designing the ledger that will measure everybody’s responsibility. An honest desire, at least.
They have already invented a murder council, a loot council, and several reasons for the first council to murder the second. The guild has not yet secured its name. This seems appropriate.
