Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5583506-20170725173327

"I personally don't see any problem with it", Ylva said. "In fact, this might be a test in itself. Picture this; some bandit attacks you and you manage to disarm him with your power or something. Would you kill him afterwards? Or would you just knock him out senseless, leave him to the authorities? It would after all be their job to keep the criminals behind bars."

She grabbed another steak.

"I don't think I could be that merciful though. I get mad pretty easily. Who knows what I might do?"

For the first time Ylva started to have doubts about making it in the guild. If there was a penalty for killing, how would she be able to refrain from doing so when she was a walking time bomb?

(Zoor, they wouldn't just open the gates like that for someone who was thrown out of the guild unless he gave them a good reason.)

"What do you want, Saint?" the burly gatekeeper at the academy grounds asked.

"That makes two of us," Diadros smirked, continuing to enjoy his food. He didn't much care for the speech.

"Although, you seem more... depressed than anything else," The Argonian noted.

"I don't... belong here, it's all", Bethany said, finishing her goblet as she rose up from the table and started to head for the exit. "Thanks."

As she left the dining hall Diadros would recognise the eerie color of what little content remained in the goblet she had left behind. He would've seen it plenty of times before if he had ever cut his finger or scraped his knees.

The Guildmaster sat by himself in his quarters, rubbing the patch. It still itched after seven years, though the pain was since long gone.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in", the Guildmaster grumbled.

Pierre stuck his head in-between the doors. "Yah!" he said with a friendly wave and a grin. The Guildmaster didn't reply in the same cheerful demeanor. "What do you want, Pierre?"

"Oh, I am just here because... you see... there are two or more children present that may require some attention concerning their parentage."

The Guildmaster locked his hands together and leaned forward in his armchair. "Oh?"

"First there is this... ehrm... Wait, let me check..." The young Breton rolled up a paper of all applicants. "Bethany de Carmilla. She is the daughter of... well..."

"Go on."

"The Impaler", the Breton said with a sheepish smile. "I trust that won't be a problem, right? I mean he is... not exactly the friendliest of folks around."

The Guildmaster's stern gaze didn't shift nor break contact with Pierre's for one moment, and frankly he was beginning to frighten the young man. "No", he said. "That won't be any problem at all. Anything else?"

Pierre adjusted his collar for a bit, beginning to feel a bit cold... or sweaty... "And then there was this new kid that just applied without being on the list. An Argonian. Diadros, I think his name was. He is the son of Gahleel Khan."

The Guildmaster still didn't move an inch. "I see", he said.

"Really? That's it? You aren't going to like... yell at them? Or throw them out or anything?"

"No. Should I? Do you want me to?"

"What? No!" Pierre said.

"Then I don't see the reason for this. Whom there parents is of little matter to me, Pierre. They are children. They are twelve years of age and are going to be raised here for ten years time, under our influence. Why should I worry about them following in their parents' footsteps then?"

Pierre didn't really know what to say, but at least he knew now that there wouldn't be any reason for Owl to punch him if Diadros hadn't been accepted.

Lucky me.

"Anything else?" The Guildmaster said.

"N-no. That was all."

"Off you go then", the old man said and adjusted himself back into his chair.

Pierre carefully closed the door behind him. Was he always that scary when I was training here? he reflected, scurrying away down the set of stairs.