Could I kill another human? That was the question laid before me. I didn’t know what to think, should I feel remorse? Disgust? Pain? I knew not of the feeling, all I knew was killing animals. Although my body knew it could, that wasn’t the one in control… most of the time it was, but now was different.

We would have to kill some of, if not all of the bandits. Capturing them was a foolish endeavour. the barony had not the money to feed them, and the people had not the compassion. There was no such magical power that could make someone likable… that we knew of.

I couldn’t feel anyway, what was the worst that could happen? I made up my mind and looked at Mark next to me.

“Yeah, I could do it.”

“Then I suggest we make our second trip to the guild.”

“Why did we head back then?”

“So that we could ask you this question”

“Anyway, why do we need to go to the guild.”

“To get an endorsement of good deeds.”

“You are going to have to tell me what that is.”

“…”

Mr Cedar happily chimmed in to say what Mark didn’t want to say

“My lady, as we talked about before we are a bit suspicious. The guild has a one-off solution, for good deeds. A good deed is a commission that doesn’t pay in any meaningful way and thus doesn’t go through the guild. This is called an endorsement of good deeds. It is a plaque that allows us to beat the shit out of people in broad daylight and get praised even if the opponent is a child.”

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“So, we are still going to have to create our own guild.”

“Well technically, we can create a sub guild inside of this guild.”

Mark looked at Mr cedar for a second before preventing me from speaking.

“Too complicated, explain later.”

“Yes sir.”

We made our second trip to the guild and Mr Cedar explained it very humanely.

“Ay, I know you hate to see us, but we wanna go kill some fuckers. Give us an endorsement, won’t ya.”

“You do realise I have regulations to follow.”

“Ah, shucks, I really didn’t want to fill out the paperwork.”

“then just tell me what it’s for, and what endorsement you want.”

“endorsement of good deeds…”

“and you expect me to believe that killing people is a good deed.”

“I have received information that bandits are plaguing villages of the barony. It is our duty as able-bodied citizens to stop such tyranny and restore peace to the area. We will set out to vanquish these foes whether we are endorsed or not, however it would certainly make the job easier.”

“Now that’s more like you, so I am assuming the wee one got begged by the guards.”

Mr Cedar seemed stumped for a second before thinking up a good enough excuse.

“You are scarily close, but you are wrong. The Boss was asked to by a friend who was in turn… delegated the roll by the actings baroness’s family. they were the ones begged by the guards, not us.”

Mr Hildegard plopped himself down on a chair.

“so, the cheap asses are being cheap again.”

“Cheap would imply that the barony has the money to save in the first place.”

“Should I move?”

“And to where exactly?”

“Good point.”

As quickly as he sat down Mr Hildegard was up again and headed through the door by the counter. The man swiftly returned with a silverish metal plaque.

the man gave the plaque to Mark surprisingly before looking to me.

“that’s your endorsement, don’t lose it I don’t have the money to replace it. I will do the paperwork later so don’t get in trouble before you are out of town. I assume that the quicker you do this, the better it is for your friend.”

Mr Hildegard was right, but I hadn’t even prepared for the journey yet. This day was moving far faster, and in a way stranger direction than I had anticipated.

I gave the man a nod at his kind words, and we set out.