Once the team's framework was in place, it had to start functioning immediately. Otherwise, idleness would erode its cohesion, and Shane could not afford to waste his money on mere upkeep.
The representatives who had attended the ceremony had all departed, leaving only Shane and his followers in the hall. Attendants rearranged the hall and brought out chairs for them.
A master's first set of orders was called the First Dispensation. Its purpose was to regulate his followers' conduct and define the kind of team they would become.
With the formal ceremony over, everyone was less reserved. Shane surveyed those in the hall and smiled. "Everyone here is among my first followers, and you are also my brothers and sisters."
At his words, everyone nodded in acknowledgment.
"Today, we have gathered here not merely to serve me personally. You all came hoping to change your circumstances, seeking honor or prosperity, each with your own aims. That makes us an organization devoted to realizing our individual potential as well. Does anyone disagree?"
Everyone remained silent, without the slightest objection. Shane was an archmage, one of the leaders of elven society. His followers looked to his wisdom for guidance, hoping it would help them see their futures more clearly.
"Since we are an organization, we must have rigorous rules and strict discipline. Aeleci, record what I am about to say."
"As you command." She respectfully took out paper and a pen to serve as secretary.
Shane drew on his knowledge, considering how to build the organization he wanted. "The ranks of my followers will expand, but seats at our meetings will not be added indiscriminately. Congratulations, everyone. For a long time to come, you will be part of my leadership, helping me manage the other followers-and our shared endeavors."
His words drew