put yourself first for him

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Nodding, Amun patted Sam's shoulder before releasing it. "They absolutely do." Grinning when the other man asked how to join, the potter cleared his throat. The bracelets on his arms rippled and moved until he held a blade in his hands.

Reaching out with it, he tapped the redhead on both shoulders with the flat of the sword. "I now dub thee Sir Wordsworth of the Artisan's Guild." Chuckling, the bracelets returned to the guild master's arms. "That enough ceremony for you?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Only one way to find out." With that, he pushed the door open fully. Zhanshi at the potter's heels, Amun strode inside. Peering at the dust inside, he shook his head. "I don't think anyone's been here for a while. There are no tracks or anything." He gestured for Sam to take a look as well.

Nodding, the guild master frowned. "Yes, for blood." Shrugging, he stepped deeper into the apparently vacant building. "Maybe I'm just imagining it all then."

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid