The time for gambling is over, Raeburn packs up the munchies still in his mouth. Having had a small meal at the boisterous buffet, Raeburn doesn't mind being on his lonesome. Aren't the best heroes the ones that suffer in silence? It'll be nice to watch the assumptions be made, the hardwork put in for the organization and hierarchy. But in the end, the top looks down at the waste, and waits for more dogs.
Talking seriously to a Rune Knight, Raeburn's briefed on the requirements to join, and is then accepted with a group of a dozen more recruits. Ah, doesn't Raeburn meet all requirements, to this person's eye? If he opened himself up, would he not have joined far earlier? As long as the needs are satisfied, people's intents and trusts are simply mockeries though. People get mad so easily when their fakeness is exposed at the slightest, as if it's difficult for others. It's time for Raeburn to turn over a new leaf! He won't get into the habit of cancelling, but it feels quite complete if someone feels like doing it. No more guilds! Raeburn's going to stay in the Rune Knights, it's truly the most beneficial place to be. Exiting the area with a crowd, it's been a productive day of knighty resolve for Raeburn.
(Exit)