The fifth guild thought he was lying.
The sixth thought he was making some kind of joke.
The seventh recruiter seemed personally offended that Frost had wasted several minutes of his life before mentioning the tiny little detail that he couldn't use Runes.
At the eighth guild, Frost spent nearly ten minutes arguing with a woman who refused to believe that having no affinity was even possible.
"Every Evolver has an affinity."
"Yes, I've heard."
"Then you have one."
"I don't."
"You must."
"Well, I fucking don't."
"Then you weren't assessed correctly."
"I was assessed three times."
"Then the machine was faulty."
"It worked perfectly fine for everyone else."
The woman stared at him, and Frost stared back, and neither seemed willing to surrender. Eventually, the woman pointed toward the door.
Frost sighed.
"Yeah, I figured."
The ninth guild actually made him take another affinity assessment.
