Hunting Hall

"Mr. Larkinson! I am Benedict Vinzler, senior relations manager of the Kemila Hunting Hall. Welcome to our fine establishment!"

Ves offered the middle-aged manager a polite smile while they shook hands. "I hope my unscheduled arrival hasn't brought any inconvenience, Mr. Vinzler."

"Greeting an esteemed guest such as you is no inconvenience to us at all!" The hunting hall representative gushed. "Journeyman Mech Designers such as you are highly prized in Kemila. A lot of doors will open up for you as long as you offer up your expertise!"

As they started to enter the austere and way too clean hunting hall, Ves decided to burst the hunting hall's bubble before their misunderstanding stretched any further.

"Mr. Vinzler, please don't assume I am offering up my services. I am only paying a visit here. I don't intend to stay longer than a couple of months."