A New Guild

He opened his Console and had to stop himself from cursing when he saw that all quests were finished. The Manual hasn't given him the tenth and final quest yet.

"What should I do now?" Elliot asked himself. He grunted and laid himself on the floor, staring at his ceiling. "I feel helpless when I don't do anything."

A head hovered over him, making him stand and crawl to the side, "What the hell, Jameson?"

"I need help," Jameson said. "I can't carry all these crates on my own. Will you help me for a bit?"

Seeing as he didn't have anything to do except let the cocoon absorb the rest of the brews every couple of hours, Elliot agreed. Jameson grinned at the respond, offering his hand for Elliot to take, "Let's go to the port."

"The what?"

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The wind from the sea was salty. The atmoshphere felt wet and Elliot's skin felt damp. Jameson had connections within Solaguer, connections that rooted deep into its Avancian soil.