Guild the Lily

[greatcleavage]

[A very pleased-looking Roy Greenhilt steps out of the @Home doors in Mac Anu. He quite deliberately tucks his membership card into his inventory, then sets out for the Town Square.]

[If you know him, he won't hesitant to approach -- and if you don't, you're welcome to approach him anyway.]

[Once he gets to the Town Square, though, that's when things take an odd turn. From his inventory, he produces a fake beard, an eyepatch, an oversized helmet that casts his face into shadow, a billowing cloak that completely covers his body, and a bag that actually has "CAUTION: CONTENTS EXTREMELY MYSTERIOUS" written on the side. Quickly donning the clothing and accessories, he slings the bag over his shoulder, then produces a cane to lean on heavily.]

[Roy learned long ago that the key to attracting fellow adventurers is to look as much like an important NPC questgiver as possible.]

[And it is time to recruit for his guild.]

Comments

[greatcleavage]

We've got a kitchen upstairs, too. Not much in the way of food... and I sure don't have points in Profession(chef)... But we can work on that over time.

And there's the guild Grunty.

[He indicates the curious creature helpefully.]

[mercuryangel]

[A pig thing? This certainly was new.]

There wasn't one of those in the last guild room I was in...

[greatcleavage]

News to me, too, but apparently it comes with the territory and manages things. It's better than having to come to me for everything trivial, so I try to look at it as a good thing.

[mercuryangel]

It actually looks a lot like you...

[greatcleavage]

[He opens his mouth but his whole train of thought comes to a screeching halt.]

...Seriously? No it doesn't.

[mercuryangel]

Its armor is a few sizes too large, but other than that it definitely looks like you.

[greatcleavage]

...No it doesn't!

[Roy's getting flustered. The poor man's ego!]

[mercuryangel]

Then why not?

[greatcleavage]

It's a pig-thing! I don't look like that at all!

[mercuryangel]

Well, I think you'd look like that if you were a pig thing.

[greatcleavage]

...you really think I look like that.

[Roy looks at the Grunty for a long moment more, then lowers his head sadly.]

Not that I'm trying to start a relationship in which your personal appraisal of my looks is meaningful, but still, ouch.