He sat down hurriedly, grabbed a pile from his side of the desk, and started flipping through each sheet with rapt attention.
Astaroth wasn't well-versed in politicking or dealing with others. But he was good at finding the most esoteric solutions to the most straightforward problems.
Was it a quality or a shortcoming? Only time would tell.
However, right now, his strange mind was precisely what Phoenix needed.
She'd been poring over these players for weeks, trying to find a middle ground with them, negotiating with them, hoping to find a peaceful resolution to this issue.
The problem was simple.
Phoenix wanted them gone because they were not a good fit for the guild. But the fear of becoming guildless was greater than their fear of retribution, and they refused to break the contracts.
