As Frost's irritation and impatience was reaching the limit a saving grace appeared in the form of a middle aged dwarf. Bastion exited is office on the top floor and descended the stairs with an exhausted expression. Kamey was at his side, giving him reports causing him to have a severe headache, his hands were rubbing his temples.
The monster stampedes were always are real headache for the upper echelons of the guild, so much damn paperwork. He already had his hands full dealing with the mess caused by Baron Adam and now the monster stampede was nigh, and he was lacking in personnel.
