[b][u]Tailpin
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Lvl 11
Day 16 Afternoon

The beep of a new PM roused Tailpin from his light nap before he could really sink into sleep.  He read it quickly and raised one eyebrow.  No need for others.  So this guild was going to follow an aggressive business model with minimal personelle.  That was a solid option.  A soft hand in a brutal world could lead to death and bankruptcy.  It did have one major weakness though.  There was no redundancy.  If something went terribly wrong during a hunt or Kayaba changed something unexpectedly then they could lose people in spite of their best preparations.  With this business model they would have no backups to replace those lost skills.  The guild would be crippled unless it could lure in replacement talent from a weakened position.

Still, it was Delcastle's guild in the end.  Tailpin was just a member.  He sent off a response.  It was to the point and brief as before.

UNDERSTOOD.  PASSIVE AND CRAFTING SKILLS FOLLOW.
COLD BLOODED, SOFT SOUL : REFINING, SYNTHESIS, ELITE FLETCHING
DO YOU NEED ME ON DAYS OR NIGHTS?

He had rested enough.  It wasn't really safe to rest in an unsecured place like this, anyway.  People were always people and that meant that they could suprise or horrify you without warning.  He got up and checked the room to make sure there was no sign of his presence.  Then he went back up the stairs, closed the stair door behind him, and exited the building.  He made sure that there were no players in sight but didn't linger in the doorway,  gently kicking the door shut behind him.  He didn't always use the same building but he did frequent certain ones and didn't want to set himself up as prey due to excessive carelessness.

He needed to know whether he should rest for the rest of the day and hunt tonight or stay awake and work himself back onto a daytime schedule.  He didn't have enough coin left for more experimentation but he could always go hunting for materials.  Still, it depended on what Delcastle wanted.  In the mean time, Tailpin started heading toward the part of town that held residences for player purchase.  He wanted to get a feel for the price range involved.  Eventually, the guild would likely need a headquarters and preparing early couldn't hurt.

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[u][b]Smarter'n'me[/b][/u]
Lvl 15
Day 16 Sunset

Smarter'n'me got up, rubbing his red nose indignantly.  This was beyond the pale.  His silver hair started rising up along with his ire at being the recipient of such insinuations.

"You ungrateful brat!  This nose has suffered your cooking and your feet, though which is worse is beyond me!  You should show more respect!"  Smarter was the older of the two, after all, and had his own standards.  He continued screeching, waving one pointing finger dramatically at the unfortunately dressed young lady and then turning it on the wretched sack of muscle-puss that was at fault.  "I said nothing about her body, you ignoble-muffin-poker!  Her body's beautiful as always!  It's the bloody armor in these games that I'm going after, and the unfit geezers that should be looking out for their grandkids more!"

He paused long enough to listen to the whisper before retorting in a harsh whisper of his own, with equal caution.  "You'd better.  If I do it, it'll be with a blade."

Smarter snorted at his long time acquaintence's beratement of his grand daughter.  Brushing dust off of his armor and looking at his housemate with a wry, and vaguely cruel, smile, he began to laugh.  The buffoon was totally wrapped around his granddaughter's little finger.  She didn't know it and he wouldn't admit it but it was obvious to someone who had known the tail-licker for as long as Smarter had.

"You're one to talk.  Where do you think she gets her 'respect for elders' from, anyway?"  He bent backwards in a stretch and his head almost touched his calves.  Games like this were awesome.  "I'm older than you, remember.  Maybe you should show her a decent example for a change."