Raven shook his head at the continued bickering that the frontline guilds seemed to insist on having despite a year of floor clearing and boss slaying. They still demanded to be handed the reigns of the next battle, still demanded that they, exclusively, got to make the plans and they still argued that these meetings were pointless. He'd just learned to take it with a grain of salt and listened, occasionally interjecting and even less often making the two stop with reminders about why they were all there. Typically they would listen, and then progress would be made. Occasionally, they gave a big 'fuck you' look at the same time and continued arguing. Sighing, he leaned back and then over to speak with Ryan.

"One whole year and here we are, listening to these two have the same arguments we did at the last boss two months ago. We're among the top five guilds and yet we're more reasonable than the other guild leaders here for the most part." Raven smiled inwardly at the thought of being in the top five. Their guild wasn't large by the standards the two arguing were, but it was effecient, with their philosophy of trust in a small group and in your guild taking root and staying strong. Of all the guilds, they arguably had the lowest casualty rate from any source, especially PKers. At the meeting was the original party from that first day of the game a year ago, all listening or talking. And Raven trusted them with his life.