Receptionist At: The Bottom Tier Guild !new!

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.

The reception desk is a massive oak relic from an era when this guild actually mattered. It’s now covered in sticky rings from tankards, claw marks from a failed petrification reversal, and a permanent coffee stain shaped like the continent of Eldoria. receptionist at the bottom tier guild

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.) So the next time you walk into an

“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. The reception desk is a massive oak relic

“We demand a rank promotion!” shouts the one with a broom handle painted silver.