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Drek grabbed his knife and sliced open his finger. Blood splashed onto the contract, perfectly spelling Drekven Emmerich in long elegant cursive. Drek winked at Lilith and made a gunshot at her with his still profusely bleeding finger.
"Artorius here doesn't bring in the gold eh? I suppose having allies could be useful in my quest. Plus I really don't know how to get out of the forest from here..."
Drek stuffed a fancily embroidered handkerchief into his collar and began to slice his sliced grilled cheese into even smaller triangles.

"Well I was on a journey looking for sources of magical energy, when I unfortunately lost my way in the forest! I wandered for days before detecting a magical source, which is probably your bodiless friend over there, so I followed the essence to your guild."

He politely nibbled away at the grilled cheese in a manner far too formal for the dish.

"This really is fantastic darling, It would go really well with a nice chardonnay if I was so fortunate."
"Sounds fantastic! Cut into triangles please, no crust."

Drek plopped down onto one of the bar stools, and pulled a set of expensive looking silverware from his pack.
"A sorceror you say? How interesting!"

Drekven placed Artorius upside down on the table and spun him like a top.

"Perhaps you'd be willing to share your secrets with me? Ah, but lunch first! Lilith, darling, where do you keep the food? I am famished!"
The man grabbed the pitcher and lifted his head to drink. He chugged the whole thing before standing up and bowing to lady who had saved his life.

"Ah miss, your kindness is matched only by your beauty! My name is Drekven Emmerich, pursuer of eldritch secrets "

He took her hand and planted a light kiss on it, before walking into the guild.

"What a pleasant little abode! Certainly befitting someone as modest as myself."

He walked over to the dish and picked up the skull in one hand.

"The decor is certainly in line with my tastes!"
"Please don't let me die..."

The cloaked figure groaned and tried to pull himself into the guild. He managed about 6 inches before he collapsed again.
From within the treeline of the forest, a figure stumbled into the clearing where the guild was nestled. He was a bone thin man of average height, and a purple hooded cloak concealed most of his face.

"Food... Water..."

He shambled up to the guild's entrance before collapsing flat on his face just before the door step.
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