"Okay, just point us in the direction we need to go." Aisrin shrugged. Worst Guild or Best Guild, it didn't matter to him.
"Just head towards the south. When you reach the impoverished district, you'll see the Night Dawn's guild sigil. Two moons with a dagger thrust through them like a skewer." The receptionist directed, poorly.
'Guess your treatment differs depending on the guild.'
"Thanks." Aisrin said and turned around to leave. A few burly guys blocked his way.
"Now wait a moment fella. It'd be a waste to join that guild, ladies. Why don't you ditch this weak garbage and join us? We belong to Blodenhiem's Beard. The fifth ranked Guild on the continent. If ya join us, I can promise you a never ending good time. Hehehe." The perpetrator who spoke, was a bald and burly man with a facial tattoo that looked fairly tribal.
"Not interested." Aisrin commented as he tried to pass through. The Burly trio grouped tighter and Tribal Tat put his hand on Aisrins shoulder and leaned in real close.
"I wasn't asking you, punk." Tribal Tat smiled, heavy with malicious intent.
"We second his answer." Syphir spoke out.
"Hah, if you say so then. The offer stands anyways." Tribal Tat shrugged and sighed with a faux friendly smile.
Aisrin eyed the trio as he and the girls walked passed.
'It seems I may need to prepare for some night visiting guests tonight.'
*Bloodrend City*
Princess Miriam stood at her balcony, a letter held in her hand and a greatly disturbed look on her face.
"So, he really has returned... Aisrin... Fuck! I thought he was out of my way permanently! No... I can still achieve my goal... From the reports, he seems to have headed back towards Fargas...Yes... he spent many years as a slave. It's also impossible to remove the slave mark, so he can't use magic. All he has is brute strength. Therefore, this is not a problem." The princess told herself and relaxed. She through the letter into her room, knowing the servants wouldn't dare read it and would simply dispose of it later.
As she was going to completely forget, a scene from a few years ago popped into her head. A young man with a metal arm and long black hair, wearing a tattered robe, his parting words echoing in her head suddenly.
'Mark my words, your highness. You have no idea, what you've brought down upon your people and yourselves. You have incurred the wrath of one even your gods fear.'
"Tch! Cheeky Bastard! He dared threaten us, and is holed up in fucking Fargo. Which reminds me... I need to speak with father regarding the seige of Fargas. One more push, and surely, I'll finally get him to agree with me. 'The Last Free City!' We shall see how long that lasts." The princess smiled in an evil, lust filled, malicious manner.
*Fargo's slums, in front of Nights Dawn*
The building was terribly run down, rotting structural beams with walls filled with holes, some poorly covered by wanted posters with Aisrins face on them.
'Its like a mural of my face.'
Though no one could see Aisrins face, he was disturbed and slightly disgusted.
"Uh, Sin-san... That looks like-"
"Later." Aisrin cut Verenia off. Verenia sighed but put the topic aside. Aisrin approached the Building, only to step aside as someone burst through the door, shattering the entryway and hitting the building opposite.
"A fight?" Syphir asked as she looked at the unconscious fellow in the street.
Aisrin sighed and stepped through the new hole in the wall. He was greeted by the sight of drunk, shabby, yet merry Adventurers. The chick behind the counter, which was just a plank laid on stacked crates, was drinking just as much as the others.
'How... expected of The Worst Guild.'
The chick behind the counter tipped her mug up and glanced at the entrance, where Aisrin stood, alone. The girls were too embarrassed to approach the guild, for obvious reasons.
"Oho? Who might you be?" The chick slammed the mug down and stared at Aisrin, a bored expression on her face. She had dark brown eyes, long, slightly disheveled, medium brown hair. She had quite the attractive face, and she was topless save for a bra that held her modest breasts.
"Sin." Aisrin answered.
"Sin? Ah, right. That kid... So? Why are you here?" The chick stopped leaning on the counter and stared at Aisrin, arms crossed under her chest.
"This is the only guild that didn't retract their invitation to join." Aisrin answered honestly.
"Puh-hahaha! I totally forgot! I meant to retract ours as well!" The chick began to laugh. The other members joined her.
"I see. Very well." Aisrin bowed slightly and turned around. A mug slammed into the back of his head. Aisrin stood for a second, but continued in his way.
"Tch. Wait a moment! Who said you could leave huh? Aren't you going to pay for the beer?" The chick clicked her tongue. Aisrin pulled a gold coin from his storage, within his pocket and tossed it behind him.
"Thanks for the patronage. Keep the change." Aisrin replied and once again continued on his way. He could feel the hostility rise in the guild. But he was amused. He approached the girls and shrugged. The girls sighed in relief and the group began to walk away. But a few of the guild members stepped in their path, both in front and behind. The chick approached Aisrin and yanked his hood down and spun him towards her. Her face was full of anger.
"You think you can just insult my guild and walk away?" The chick scowled.
"I fear I do not know as to what you are speaking of." Aisrin responded.
"Tch." The chick clicked her tongue again.
'That's oddly aggravating when it's continuous.'
The chick let Aisrin go, and Aisrin went to turn around until he found himself being launched down the street from the impact of a punch. He hit the ground several yards away and cracked the ground a bit. Though his vision was rocked, he still stood up. The first thing he noticed, was that the upper left portion of the mask had been shattered and now his pure red left eye could be seen, blood was present from the point of impact on his head from said punch.
Aisrin stared at the Chick and surrounding guild members. A faint grin could be seen on her face.
'Very well, if that's the way it is.'
Aisrin ditched his cloak and began buffing his body with magic. He tensed his whole body and launched forward with a resounding boom, creating a small crater in the road, and instantly appeared before the Chick, who gave Aisrin a surprised look. Aisrin brought his arm back and charged one of his created magics, meant for combat. Using the momentum of his sonic launch and the power of the magic buffed punch, it added quite the destructive force.
"Meteorite." Aisrin muttered and sent a straight jab towards the chick. To Aisrins surprise, she caught his fist and stopped his momentum entirely. The force distributed outwards, creating a powerful gust of wind pressure that shocked the guild members.
"That's one hell of a punch kid." The chick let go of his hand.
"And you should've just told me that in order to get in, I had to prove my worth, instead of simply provoking me." Aisrin replied.
"Its a Nights Dawn tradition. My name's Flora, guild master of the Nights Dawn. I formally welcome you, and here's your gold back." Flora smiled and tossed Aisrin his gold coin . He grabbed it and smiled.
'This seems interesting, maybe I won't be terribly bored here.'