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.”
“Have you considered… mushroom picking?” the receptionist asks gently. “Very safe. Low stress. The mushrooms rarely fight back.” Every veteran adventurer knows one golden rule: be nice to the receptionist. receptionist at the bottom tier guild
And for the love of all that is holy, fill out Form 72-B correctly. The receptionist is currently accepting donations of high-quality ink, un-chewed quills, and any information on a decent chiropractor. Apply at the desk. Ring the bell. (Please don’t actually ring the bell.) Works at the Mudgate Guild