Chapter 3 Guild

This is the guild. Modest two-story brick rear. The only thing that distinguished it from others was the nondescript sign. How easily they destroy my dreams. Where are the dragons on the towers near the entrance. There is nothing. Only a fat guard in old armor at the entrance. He looked at us and, spitting on the ground, opened the door. I wanted to smile at him, but remembering that I was wearing a mask, I didn’t do it. At least the view inside didn't disappoint. Cheerful music of three dwarven musicians. Tables where they played dice and cards. Stand with stone task tablets. And three reception desks. Of course, with elf curators. Everyone is wearing blue sundresses and blue hair. But they didn’t have big breasts. It's a pity.

– What you need? – asked the lady centaur blocking our path. Her bust was outstanding. Size five no less. Aralia didn't like her right away.