In Anathia Kingdom's Rocky Mountain city, a group of twenty players were standing around near the entrance of the city and discussing loudly.
"Are you serious? There is only one hour left. That asshole is still not here?"
"We only have 25 spots for this guild war challenge. I think it was a mistake to invite him!"
"Yes. I agree too. Even a single missing person could cost us dearly."
"Is it too late to change the name of the participant?"
"We are going to lose this guild battle because of him!"
"Rufus! Can't you talk to the guild leader and the guild vice-leader?"
Rufus, who was the unofficial third in command in the Crimson Crusaders guild hierarchy rubbed his temples in annoyance.
Right now they should be discussing potential guild battle strategies and what positions and roles each one could take and possible arena they might be thrown into, but instead, they were arguing about a single person, that too someone on their side.
