The next day, with the help of Beatrice, he gathered the Outlanders in the lounge room of the Outlanders' base within the foundation.
"So…that's it. I'm forming my own guild," he finished.
While half of the group couldn't seem to care less, a few had their own opinions.
"A guild of your own, huh? Normally, I'd have my own reserves, but you seem able to hold your own now!" Sora assured him with a bright smile, slapping him on the back.
Of course, as he stepped forward from the sharp slap, he let out a wry chuckle, "...That's still a thing, I see."
Sirius remained silent, but he gave him a reassuring smile and a thumbs-up from his position, leaned against the brick-lined wall of the comforting room.
Though, one person had their opposition to the idea.
"Ren," Donatien called his name, stepping forward as he fixed the position of his glasses.
"Yeah?"
