Without one, a guild was bound to bleed out—losing money, time, and effort without ever turning a profit.
Lucas studied him for a moment before exhaling through his nose.
"You are saying that you have a Guild Token?"
Arthur's lips curled into a small smile.
"Not me. But someone I know has one, and he is trying to build a guild."
Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. "Fair enough."
"Well, I have an area of land. It's not exactly in the center of Caldera where all the major guilds are, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. As a new guild, you'd need room to grow without being crushed by the competition. Would you like to check it out?"
Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly. "That depends. How much are you asking for it?"
Lucas leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "I don't want money."
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"I want a position inside the guild," Lucas clarified.
Arthur studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You want a position? Like what?"
