“Good morning,” the receptionist cheerfully greeted as Ravina walked up to the counter. Ravina smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Good morning to you too. I have to say, it’s quite empty here,” she said, looking around and noticing that the guild was quite deserted.

This caused the receptionist to check a little. “Most guild activities here take place down at the quarry,” she explained.

“The quarry?” Ravina repeated.

The receptionist confirmed with a nod. “There’s a small branch at the quarry that allows our members to gather the task themselves and judging by the fact that you didn’t know about that I’m assuming you’re here to transfer.”

Ravina replied, “I see. Well, yes - I suppose I am. Although, I am curious, what if I was here to sign up for the guild in the first place?”

The receptionist chuckled again. “There’s nothing really to do here except for the dungeons, and even then, you need to be higher than a rookie to get inside, without the dungious there’s nothing around”

“I see. So this branch is just for show?” Ravina questioned.

With a shrug, the short woman answered, "We're a distribution center, and if people have questions or want to make a request, they can always come in and ask." Her smile fell a little as she continued, "However, most of them go through the Academy or the schools they attend. We have contracts giving them favorable offers as long as they are all bulk purchases." She sighed. "So, pretty much, it’s just empty until Monday. Monday, Monday, Monday. That’s when the guild has a deal with all the schools putting in their requests at once."

"Wow, that must get pretty annoying," Ravina said, attempting to break the growing tension. Before she could continue, the receptionist readily agreed.

"It is," she said, standing up, her grey-green eyes shining with passion. "If they spread out the requests, it would be one thing, but they decide to come at the same time every week. It’s so annoying. The stupidity of it." Her passion caused a small amount of spittle to fly out.

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“But seriously, I don’t know what’s going on with them. We ask them, 'Can you come in on Wednesday or Thursday or Tuesday?' but no, they have to come in on Monday. The stupidest thing. We have an entire staff dedicated just to Mondays. 20!” she exclaimed the number, her eyes widening. “twenty people come in on Monday and Monday alone just to deal with the extra nonsense,”

A hand flew up to her mouth, covering it. She waited a bit before she chuckled behind the hand. “Forgive me. It’s just a sore subject of mine.”

“I see,” Ravina replied with a thin smile on her lips.

“Anyways,” the receptionist continued, “let’s get started on your request. So you are transferring?”

“Yes,” Ravina answered.

“Do you know your guild ID or city transfer number?”

“City transfer number,” Ravina said, slightly worried about the unfamiliar term.

However, the receptionist waved her concerns aside. "Not to worry. Most people come to the city without a transfer number; it's a City of Education special. After all, why would anyone want to be an adventurer here? Dungeons, of course," she said with a nod. "Stupid dungeons with their stupid rules," she whispered harshly.

Quickly she snapped back to Ravina. "If it wasn’t for those dungeons, I would be off today too. I would only have to show up on Monday as well. There’d be no need to keep this guild open. We could just have a sign saying to go to the quarry, but no, we have dungeons, and so we need to manage and maintain them, which requires an active main branch in the city!

Seriously though, when was the last Navis Flux? I don’t know, 320 years ago. I’ve never seen a monster wave. But no, we have to manage the monsters because that’s the guild’s job. We’d all be damned if the government took over."

Ravina could only let out a nervous laugh, not understanding even half of what the receptionist had said. She just waited patiently until the receptionist calmed down again. Eventually, the receptionist quieted and, with a roll of her eyes, she pulled up some documents and looked back at Ravina with a pleasant smile.

"So, what is your guild ID?" she asked.

"FR-R-183," Ravina informed her.

Penning it down, she repeated it. "FR-R-183, alright! You know, you’re one of the few who know this thing by heart. Quite pleasant."

Ravina chuckled softly. "It’s kind of easy," she revealed, and the receptionist agreed with her.

"No kidding, but you would be surprised how many people just give me a blank look, like it's something they have never heard about before. Like, how else do you expect the guild to keep track of you?"

Ravina chuckled. "Well, most of them are brutes," she guessed.

“Exactly, and not even the good kind, I mean seriously - not one of them even tried to hit on me!” Ravina could only smile nervously.