Works at the Mudgate Guild. They have a tattoo of a coffee mug on their forearm. They have developed the ability to file paperwork while asleep. When asked why they stay, they shrug and say: “Someone has to make sure the idiots don’t kill themselves before lunch. Besides, the dental plan is… actually, there is no dental plan. But the stories. Gods, the stories.” The Philosophy of the Bottom-Tier Desk What does it mean to be the receptionist at the worst guild in the kingdom? It means understanding that heroism isn’t always a sword. Sometimes, heroism is a functioning inkwell. It’s a warm chair. It’s remembering that the anxious young rogue who just lost her first party needs to hear “Try again tomorrow” instead of “You’re not cut out for this.”
The receptionist learns to perform a delicate dance: encouraging enough to keep them alive, but realistic enough to prevent them from challenging a basilisk while armed with a butter knife. receptionist at the bottom tier guild
So the next time you walk into an adventurer’s guild—especially a dingy, forgotten one at the edge of town—remember to smile at the receptionist. Say hello. Ask how their day is going. Works at the Mudgate Guild
“We demand a rank promotion!” shouts the one with a broom handle painted silver. When asked why they stay, they shrug and