"So, what are you guys doing for a living now?" Eris asks, "Will you join another guild here? Or…"
At first, Darron and Korum exchange a look of uncertainty.
Then, with a weary sigh, Korum—the silver-furred wolfman—speaks up. "Haiz… Darron will. He found a guild that'll take him on, but as for me…" He trails off, glancing at the stump where his left arm once was. A faint, bitter laugh escapes him. "In my current condition, no guild wants me. I'm basically a crippled E-rank adventurer, and all the local guilds rejected my application. By the end of the month, if I don't find something, I might have to go in alone…"
My eyes widen. "Wait, you're still planning to enter a dungeon despite… all this? That's too dangerous!"
He forces a short, humorless chuckle. "I know. But what else can I do? My wife and four kids need to eat."
"Isn't there another job you could do that doesn't risk your life?" I press, though a pang of worry gnaws at me.
