Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20191112193046/@comment-38232361-20200209191233

"Well, considering what got him into trouble in the first place, I'd say Zodiac might not be the best option. And the thugs that Iron Giant lets in these days will eat him alive and spit him out like used tobacco." The alp owner says, shaking her head.

Sal rubbed her chin, deep in thought over the situation.

"... what he needs is a guild that will keep him in line without the risk of his own guild mates stabbing him in the back. And I can think of no other than my old guild: Daemonhardt!"

Daemonhardt was almost the same as Iron Giant, with maybe slightly more generous accommodations, and was even a close rival. The only difference was that instead of misfits, they were made up of mostly mamono... single mamono. Richard turns to the Arachne mage and Manticore Barbarian from last night, sitting down and having breakfast with their hungover Basilisk friend. Sure enough, they all had matching tattoos on their persons of the guild Sal suggested. They must have had some kind of sixth sense, as the two sadist type mamono slowly turned away from their friend, and towards the half-elf, giving cruel and lewd grins.

Oh HELL no! Richard and Sylvia both think in unison.

Garrick pulls out the newspaper rolled up under his coat and hands it to Leander, "There you are, milord."