With the announcement of the party, the guild worked day and night to prepare the new level up notices. It was several long days of effort, but it wasn't nearly as annoying as it could have been, the guild had hired and trained several new members in an effort to help make up for the loss of Rose. The guild needed to hire 10 people just to match Rose's ability… they hired so many more than that though. Royman had been half beside himself trying to figure out what to do after losing Rose, so he decided to just hire as many as he could, even asking Shurry to ensure there was no scent of evil from them. Now, all of these people gained their experience making level up announcements with the ridiculous number of members from the expedition forces.
"Ugh, I've finished 12 of these things already, I want to go drink!"
"You're more than half done with your share!? I'm still on my 8th one."
"You're on your 8th!? I just finished my 5th one! I have 15 left to go! I wanna go party!!!"
A cheinthrope sighed and clicked his glasses, then rubbed one temple attempting to remain calm in the face of his newbies. "Be thankful I don't give you more than 20 to do. They had a lot of them too."
The other workers looked at the rather serious expression on their boss' face. It would have been incredibly serious, and taken without even a hint of a laugh. However, with his current position, it only made the other workers laugh.
His name was Rehmer, and right now, he was currently laying in a suspended hammock of sorts, while he faced down to the floor. He looked like a grumpy puppy swaddled in a blanket, completely at the mercy of others.
Spread out across said floor was a single sheet of paper, made specifically for those who achieved level 10 or more. It was the new rule that Royman reluctantly had to accept, while the rest of the staff practically pushed for it not realizing there would be more and more of them as time went on.
"I shouldn't need to tell you how important these are. Now get back to work." He pushed with a demanding tone, then went right back to working on the level up notice for Alfia the Silence. "These take forever to make. I hope they give us time to manage working on them this time around."
"Rehmer, I need you to sign off on this message before I bring it to the guild master." Another new member said asking for help.
"What is this exactly?" He asked after skimming the contents. "It looks like a list of those who'd leveled up. With many redactions…"
"Yes, that's right, this is the letter meant to be delivered to the Tsugunai, and keep them informed, the less surprises they suffer when they come back the better."
"You mean when they dock and ask for refueling, right? They aren't going to be given a chance to come back inside the city for a very long time."
"Yes, that's what I mean."
"Fine, I'll read it." Rehmer sighed and began reviewing the letter. "This is a substandard letter. You see these here, you could rephrase it like this… and then this one here should be rephrased as something like this…" He said, then signed the letter with his approval, and handed it back to the other man.
"Huh? I don't understand, if it's substandard, why did you sign it anyway?"
"You think the guild should give a damn about the Tsugunai? It's their fault we had such a massive catastrophe. Plus, Guild Master Royman would have ripped it up if it were perfect. None of us care enough to give them good service until after they begin to make amends."
"Oh, so this degree of formality is perfect for them."
"Exactly, just make sure you improve for others, like Origin Wolf. Never disrespect him, or his familia."
"I would never! He avenged my mother's death, and kid sister's. Being angry with him after that is a sign of weakness. I do not wish to be weak."
"Yeah, I guess. At least you're not as bad as those ladies over there. I caught two of them using a miniature statue of him as a sex toy."
"I guess they really want him inside, huh?"
There was a brief moment of silence, followed by chuckling, and then followed by more seriousness.
"Alright now, get back to work. The sooner that letter gets out of here, the sooner I can stop thinking of those damned traitors."
In Royman's office the man who'd written the letter, and got his superior's signature, stood awaiting the response from the fat elf sitting on the other side of the table. Royman rubbed his temples, and then sighed.
"I thought I could trust you to make this letter as garbage as possible. I was hoping there may even be a few anger filled words."
"Why's that Guild Master?"
"Because, I didn't want to write them myself."
"Oh, I can rewrite it if you wish? I did hold back quite a bit of rage. I could let the damn break?"
"No, no, that's fine, it's already done. I shouldn't deliberately make something worse, no matter how much I may hate them." Royman said, properly folding the letter, and placing it inside an envelope that also had a note demanding a letter in return, detailing everything they have done over the last year. "We will adjust our behavior towards them after receipt of their response to this envelope. And not a moment sooner. Here…" He handed the sealed, and stamped envelope to the guild's man. "Take this to Hermes familia, and have them deliver it to the Tsugunai, and instruct them to receive a response to be brought back here."
"Understood, I'll be off now Guild master."
And the man left, heading his way to Hermes familia home, the traveler's tavern. And much to his chagrin, the worst person to open the door, did. It was Lidith, wearing a wild smirk, undressing the man with her eyes like it was going out of style.
"You here for me? Or someone else?"
"I have something for you to deliver?"
"Oh my! We just met and are already talking about buns in the oven."
The man's face palmed so hard his skin turned red. "No, I have a letter that Hermes Familia is ordered to deliver to the Tsugunai, post haste, and bring back a response." He said handing the letter over.
"Are you sure you don't want to have some fun?"
"That's enough Lidith, the man is traumatized." Falgar said intervening in the situation before it turned into a less than consensual situation. "We'll take care of it."
The man nodded, and after the letter was in Falgar's hand the guild's man high tailed it out of there.