"Switch! Quick heal on Morris! Arrow Barrage at five o'clock!" Dorian commanded. They had a small corner of the training hall for themselves, and they were surrounded by other parties, who were hacking at the animated dummies with the ferocity of someone who had just realized they were way over their head.
Alklair had been calm when the entire guild had gathered to read their contracts. He had gone to the middle of the training hall and had simply pulled up his shirt. Everyone gasped at the scars that littered his skin.
"This is a souvenir of the one time I didn't take a quest seriously," Alklair had begun mournfully. "I realized that I had to stop pulling rank halfway through. When the giant ants swarmed me. And do you know what? I yelled to my tank, a good woman who is not among us now, 'Anastasia, take charge' and that saved my life and the life of the other three members of our party."
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