Sanctuary City, A Month After Damian Left, Sam.
"Chairman Goldwick and the guild members are asking for another meeting," Bron, Sam's mundane assistant, said.
Sam was busy signing some documents that needed his acknowledgment, seated behind the large table in his office at ninth floor of the Sanctum building. No wonder Damian was always so unladylike with all these documents and signs day after day.
Added with these annoying merchant pests that just keep on giving.
"What do they want?" Sam asked while placing the paper on the signed pile and starting to read another.
"They mentioned something about renegotiating the terms now that Sanctuary has changed in many ways.."
"Not today,"
Sam looked up. He sensed Grace near the runic lift, coming towards him with hurried steps. Training his senses at every chance he got had indeed resulted in some noticeable progress. Damian was onto something with that sensing mana is very important crap.
The door flung open, and Grace barged in.
