"...So, Dragonborn, we'll have to trouble you to represent us and make contact with that NPC named Anvis.
"Since you are his follower, we need to use your connection to get in touch with him."
After briefly explaining the club's decision, Sharp Sword swirled the dark red, low-quality wine in his cup without taking another sip, his expression serious as he looked at Dragonborn.
The Professional Players of White Light Arena had clearly defined roles. Matters requiring negotiations with players or NPCs were generally handled by the inconspicuous Salted Fish Poet seated before him.
"And what do I get out of this, Little Sword?"
Glancing at the Bard, who wore the air of someone conducting official business, Last Dragonborn leaned back against the creaking wooden chair in the old tavern and smiled lazily.
"Are you willing to come back? If you are, the club can sign you again immediately. Every term is negotiable."
Entirely unsurprised by Dragonborn's question, Sharp Sword habitually pushed at his glasses, only then remembering that his in-game self was not wearing any.
"Sorry. Ever since I terminated my contract with White Light Club, I stopped intending to be bound by any club.
"Now, I want to play the game entirely according to my own wishes, rather than being forced to carry out tasks assigned by the club."
Hearing Sharp Sword recruit him again, the Elf fell silent for a moment before decisively rejecting the offer.
"I knew that would be your choice."
Upon hearing Last Dragonborn's answer, Sharp Sword nodded without surprise.
"So, based on the decision reached by the club's management, we hope to hire you as White Light's specially appointed external support player."
"Each month, the club will provide you with a fixed salary and will not interfere with your normal gameplay.
"Of course,