"You don't even know who the other person is, yet you're going to take something from him and give it to the Guild Master? If something goes wrong, can you take responsibility?" The Steward shouted angrily, looking at the woman who was bowing her head. "Where is the item?"
"It was just a note. And, and I gave him the paper and pen. He just wrote something on it. There was nothing else." The woman said in a low voice.
"Give it to me," the Steward said, extending his hand.
The woman hesitated for a moment, biting her lip and shaking her head: "No, the Young Master said it could only be given to the Guild Master."
"To the Guild Master? Does he know the Guild Master? Do you know what his purpose is in doing this? He casually gave the Guild Master something he didn't know about. What if something goes wrong?"