Just as Damon wondered how to manage this headache, Mark walked over. He whistled as he looked at the obsidian spires clawing their way into the sky. "This is insane, Damon. You really went all out, huh?"
"Of course. Random raid parties and dungeon parties won't be able to even come near our outpost. They need to at least organize a coordinated full scale guild assault to start a good fight." Damon smiled. And then smiled some more.
Mark felt a creepy feeling crawl down his spine. "Why are you looking at me like this?"
Damon was silent. He only continued smiling.
Mark gulped. Since he had plenty of experience dealing with this villain, he was able to guess what was going on in Damon's mind immediately. "What weird plan do you have for me this time?"
"You!" Damon finally said. "You are going to be the face of our new guild!"
Mark blinked. "...What?"
