Dissuasion

When I finally arrived in the Guild Office, I got warmly greeted by everyone. It's such a large contrast to how I was welcomed yesterday.

Even though my reputation was horrible when it started, it seems treating everyone free meat earned me a good reputation inside the guild.

"Ah, Miss Crimson. About yesterday-"

Out of nowhere, a large guy with a large sword on his back stood up. He's so big that I could tell he's only half-human. I'm literally just waist level from his height. If I remember correctly, he was the guy who volunteered to butcher the Stone Tusk.

He takes out a fancy little pouch from the bag from his waist and gives it to me.

"My wife wanted to say her thanks for the meat. The quality of the meat was so good our dinner felt like we were eating in a fancy restaurant."

"Is that so? But I should've been the one thankful for taking care of the meat. I mean, I can't carry all of it back home. What is this though?"

"Confectionery. My wife is a baker you see."