"What, what, what? Slow down! I can't quite follow. Why are we suddenly asking every member of the Loyalty Anthem Guild to take part in exploring the Sanghai Empire?"
In an alley in Chardo Port, Loyalty Bro had been taking the newbies around to complete quests and look for blueprints for Mechanical Church creations when he received an urgent communication. He rushed back to the Transia Embassy as fast as he could, only to find a group of big shots charging out to surround him. They solemnly demanded that he and his guild take part in the exploration of the next expansion.
The request left Loyalty Bro completely flummoxed.
These big shots really didn't know the cost of ricewood until they ran a household.
His guild had only a little over three hundred members. Now they were responsible for running Transia's First National Arsenal, handling all the arrangements to take over the R-9 base after its territory was transferred, and working with Chardo Port to escort the expelled Mechanical Church members to Transia so they could resume their old work.
Even with the hired NPCs, they were already stretched thin. Asking them to join the next expansion's exploration under these circumstances was truly asking the impossible.
Still, the big shots must have had their reasons for asking him to do this.
"I know you're under pressure, but come with me. I'll explain the reasoning."
Old Ma took Loyalty Bro by the hand and led him aside. Looking a little restless, he produced a dwarf's pipe from who knew where and awkwardly began packing it with tobacco. Loyalty Bro shook his head, pulled a pack of unbranded cigarettes from his bag, and flicked one over to the big shot.
As he took out a flashy, mechanical-style lighter he'd made himself and