Amun
You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises
Night had fallen already. Making his way through the streets, he stopped in front of the Artisan's Guild. It looked worse for wear, and signs of the sick having damaged the exterior were visible. Hopefully the interior was visible. Sighing, he propped his hands on his hips.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with an entire guild, lil' guy?" The landshark snapped at the air and the potter laughed as the image of fresh meat filtered into his mind. "Yeah alright, you're right I should know better than to ask you." Nudging his companion with a foot, the Ascended grinned.
For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid