"I'm still good, Sky. Thanks though. This isn't the first time I've gone out into the woods to chop something other than lumber." Cliver said. "Back home the boys would place bets on whether or not I came back. Pissed pops off something fierce, but it was all in good fun."
He turns to Lilith as she speaks, confused, "Well, yeah, but surely there's somebody..." he trailed off there, her words yesterday about only getting enough members that day to take requests echoing in his memories. What had she said, that only she'd have been around to help? He remembered the look in the girls eyes as she'd begged Drek not to throw his life away last night. So she'd had to have met him, what, that morning? That afternoon?
He looked around the clearing again and it truly struck him, for the first time, that he was looking at the extent of this guild. This was all there was. This was all she had.
He coughed. "Yeah, it would make pops pretty mad but mostly because he kept betting against me. Terrible gambler, never could resist a long shot."