Brooch grabbed the contract from the man presenting it. This wasnt the first of its like that the titan had signed during his lifetime of battles and petty wars. [i]Where to send my corpse? Like that matters at that point. Armor however should be melted and forged into a huge shield to inscribe my numerous exploits in.[/i] Barely reading the rest of it, the clumsy man scribbled hastily his barely readable signature on the bottom. Pushing it back to the mans chest he inquired about the whereabouts of aforementioned rooms.

Exploring the guildhall, only one particular room was of interest to Brooch, Black bands hall of trophies. The titan glossed over many a artifact nodding approvingly time from time. Weapons and banners of vanquished foes. Rewards of grateful rulers. All things considered, this was the most accomplished collection of its kind that Brooch had seen in his life. What really impressed him was the sizable dragonskull on the wall labeled "Terygold the wrathful queen" [i]You seem mighty lonely there my darling lady, just you wait, I will adorn the entire wall with your breathren![/i] Another booming laughter echoed within the guild, it would seem that this was becoming an often recurring event.