They say tough times call for tough people, and tough people call for tough circumstances. What happens when you threaten or attempt to threaten a room filled with tough people? Of course, situations like this occur.
Raph slowly placed his index finger on the blade, his expression hidden from plain sight within the hoodie. "So, are you going to give me the job or not?" He asked, his tone laced with curiosity, but the Receptionist could feel something else from it. Something eerie.
"It's like I said. We aren't taking new recruits," She said firmly, standing her ground.
'Well, of course she did. Five level 70s are surrounding me….and there's even more in the tavern…..this should be a safe place for anyone on their side...well until I arrived'.
"Why is it So?" Raph asked.
She furrowed her brow in annoyance. "I don't have to reply to that. The rules are the rules". She said,
