"Isn't it obvious? Because we're doing this illegally," Eris says.
And she says it so nonchalantly, like this is just another casual Tuesday for her.
"It's true that I know the Guildmaster," she continues, stretching lazily, "but I don't know anyone else. Well, except for Karven. So we have to be careful. All the rooms and floors of the Adventurer's Guild are monitored by magical surveillance devices. Meeting the Guildmaster here, in secret, is a lot safer than doing it in his office or some random public spot."
"I-I see…" I stammer, feeling an uncomfortable chill creep up my spine.
"Well," Eris shrugs, "there's always the option of getting your ID through the black market. But that's even riskier. We could end up in an even bigger mess than we're already in."
"W-what if we're caught?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Eris grins, then suddenly—
KKKGH!
She makes a slicing motion across her throat, mimicking a beheading.
Oh shit.
