Meanwhile at the northern end of the Zivot empire and the southern-western end of the Alfheim was a 5 kilometers wide estate filled with many 10 floors buildings. Each of these places having thousands of people entering and leaving their premises as if bees flocking towards their nest.
"What the hell?! What kind of nonsense is that?
I know the rules, alright. Since when did the requirement rose that high?!" argued an elf as he sat across a well dressed wolfkin.
"Mister Ragnarsson, I don't know what small town you came from… but those are the rules of the Mercenary Association in Alfheim.
You must bring in at least 500 people already registered with our association to form a guild. Otherwise, you can stick to being a small team and live like the bottom feeders.
The choice is yours." responded a distinguishable brown furred wolfkin.
