Nameless spent the week tying up loose ends for his job, reading the dossiers, and making a couple recommendations to the guildmaster. At the end of it, however, he was quite glad to be away, and Mirada seemed to appreciate the shortsword on her hip. "Glad you do. I have been tired of that job for a while. Not sure why I didn't think of this option before. Though if I had, I wouldn't have gotten to meet and save you from slavery. So I won't complain too loudly about it."<br/><br/>He had an extra five hundred platinum pieces just for establishing and outfitting the new guildhouse, and had to admit that the title of guildmaster suited him. He didn't have to worry about getting knifed for a bunch of different reasons, just worry about getting replaced. It felt like life had simplified somewhat.