"Cross is there an infirmary around here, I didn't see it on the map earlier?"
[Currently no, an infirmary would be set up with healing magic and will take points, it will be worthwhile, but currently the best you can do is to let them rest in the second floor]
Remiel gave a curt nod and brought the man to the second floor, while silently apologizing to the man "Sorry, I gotta check" as he tore the mans shirt off, checking his wounds. They weren't pretty in the slightest, but by modern standards magic was amazing. It looked like he was days into recovery not minutes, he was sure it would probably still leave a nasty scar, but was sure the man would rather be scarred then dead. Tonight was kind crazy, was it night? was it day? hell he didn't even know. "Cross, what time is it?"
[It's currently 4 In the morning, Sunrise is in 2 and a half hours, would you like me to set an alarm?]
"Alarm function is nice and all, but really, do you think I'm going to get any sleep? If anything I need to set up a to do list, first thing I got to figure out how to get members, I need points to keep this place running, points to learn magic, points to build an infirmary I guess. You said the infirmary was magic?"
[Affirmative, the infirmary will be created with advanced runes built into the walls the runes will help promote healing, slowly remove fatigue, slowly dispel curses, as well as slowly cure poisons. The time it will take will depend on the severity of the injury, but it will help]
"Do I even want to ask how much it will cost?"
[Basic infirmary will be an added facility and will cost 25000 points, until then it is advised to have them use facilities in town, or to let them use a room]
Remiel was shocked, he figured it would be more then he could afford, but not so much more. He figured it would be like 2000 points not over 10 times that. He was lost in thought as he wandered his way to the third floor, it was time to check his office and come up with a plan, he'd been on this world for barely any time, he was almost killed by a bear, saw someone that for all he knew had been attacked by a similar bear. If the world was this dangerous the cost made sense, people would join the guild just to get healed.
With a deep sigh, he opened what would be his office, it kind of reminded him of what a college professors office would look like, except empty, really empty, their was a office chair, a large mahogany desk, a stamp with a weird magical sigil on it, and all the writing utensils he could need.
"Alright, first step, write a letter and hope whoever gets it can read it, to whom it may concern I set up my guild near your city..." he muttered to himself as he wrote a letter for whatever official it is that Venoria had. He knew it was probably for the best to at least not just appear, and have the whole local with pitchfork thing actually become a reality, then he walked to to a window by his office, from here he could see the moons were starting to go beyond the horizon and the sun was just on the edge of it, the first sign of light letting him see not far from his guild their was a road filled with a few wagons making their way to the city. He guessed that even though the gates weren't open traveling merchants would rather sit at the edge of the town, then on the road to be attacked by bandits.
"Cross, can the tv downstairs do anything besides show the sights of... Pyra?"
[Affirmative, the TV was designed to show streams of guild encounters, their are currently no guild members so their is nobody to watch. If you'd like you could buy the rights to play a show for 50 points]
"Please buy a fantasy movie that kids would enjoy, I have an idea" Remiel made his way downstairs to the kitchen stopping at the kiosk on the way down, using 50 points to buy a lot of food and ingredients, it hurt his heart a bit as he had only been here for a few hours and had already spent 350 of his 1000 points, and so far didn't have any way to make more, but he knew he needed an investment strategy, so he started a large pot of stew on the stove and put out a ton of fresh bread, then made his way out the front of the guild hall to introduce himself to the people of the caravans.
The moment he stepped out of the guild he was worried about how to approach the caravan, but as soon as someone in the caravan saw him they must of decided to send the rookie out because the scrawniest guy he had seen came walking up to him in oversized armor. He wanted to make a good first impression, but the helmet itself was too big, and literally bobbed on this poor guys head as he walked, before he could reach Remiel the guy stopped pulled his helmet off completely threw it on the ground, kicked it, and then looked at him a deer caught in headlights before he stuttered out "eh... eh.. cuse me, do you know how long tell the gates open?"
Thinking about his wild night, Remiel couldn't help it and just started laughing. After what felt like a lifetimes stress left him he wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and looked at this dumbfounded kid, "It won't be for a while, but you all can come in and have a meal I have a place for everyone to get some stew and warm bread, started it when I saw you all. Guilds empty this early, usually.."