Alklair watched as the Naga and the goblin shifted uneasily. They were mobs, yet the Try Hard Party was petitioning for them to enter the guild's protection.
"I suppose the guild has an empty farmhouse that we were looking to get someone to take care of," the guild master mused. He had pity for the two creatures, he really did. But he couldn't promise them safety for free. "Do either of you know anything about farming?"
"Bog can learn," the goblin spoke, enthusiastic yet respectful. "Bog was in charge of the mushroom patch in the dungeon."
"I am certain that farming and herb growing are not too different," Atha, the Naga, spoke.
"It is decided, then. You will move in the farmhouse and be responsible for the field connected to it. And, to make sure that you two don't get into trouble, the Try Hard Party will move in with you," Alklair chanced a look at the four, who were standing at attention.
"Permission to speak?" Dorian asked and Alklair nodded.