Amun
You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises
Grinning, the current guild master winked at the other man. "I'll never turn down an extra pair of hands." Walking to the nearest window, Amun threw open the curtains. He rubbed the grime off of them with his sleeve. Moderate amount of illumination achieved, he started looking around for cleaning materials.
As he searched, Zhanshi began to explore every corner of the hall. The potter called out his respond to the redhead's comment. "Don't worry. I kept myself from drinking too much when I was sick, so I think I'll be okay while whatever this is lingers." Smiling, Amun inclined his head towards Sam. "I appreciate your concern though."
Pulling open a closet, the potter whooped when he found brooms and rags. Taking two brooms, he held one out for the bookmaker. Assuming the other man took it, the guild master would began to sweep.
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