Alister sat against the wall with his head tilted down. The guild was in some serious trouble. Why could no-one else come to help. They needed more members. This group of Hodge podge was not going to be enough. The undead woman was inexperienced. The performer knew nothing. And even their leader seemed a little to confident in his abilities. He himself wasn't perfect, but this was going to take a lot of work for everyone to be on the same page. 

Alister lie there and tilted his head toward the sky "mother, father." He said to himself "what do I do?" He asked them. Though they were not there in person he could still feel their presence in the hall. They were so good at what they did. How could the assassin's of old have fallen.