Mayt breathed in deeply, and hoped there weren't too many. He even hesitated for an instant before getting on the boat. But he couldn't back down now, he had agreed, and he had to see it through. He rested his hand on his sword, despite it being the wrong hand to wield it, and his injured on top of that. But he just had to make sure some trickster didn't just take the sword right from under him. He nodded to Master Jamie as he passed her, and his thoughts turned to the guild he and Sasha had fought a month ago. [i]Where is Sasha?[/i] Was the only thing that resulted from that thought line. He shook his head, and took a seat on the boat, facing the water, and away from everyone else. He was still trying to figure out why he had joined the Guild. He knew he didn't belong there, and would've done much better just freelancing anyway. He shook his head again, and drew his sword, running his fingers along the blade. The smooth cold metal always comforted him.