He blinked. No one had ever called his bluff so plainly. He laughed, and it sounded brittle.
The reception desk itself is a barricade. Constructed from reinforced steel (necessary after a failed summons spell blew out the lobby windows last November), it is the only thing separating the staff from the chaotic influx of F-Rank and G-Rank adventurers. receptionist at the bottom tier guild v110
"We call it 'The Toaster'," Mira gestures to a bulky, beige console that takes up half her desk. "The database updates at dial-up speeds. I can have an adventurer standing in front of me, bleeding from a wolf bite, and I have to wait three minutes for his profile to load just so I can authorize a healing potion." He blinked
Version 1.10 of the game is frequently associated with several community-driven and developer updates: Localization The reception desk itself is a barricade
“Can you…can you find someone who mends time?” the girl whispered, voice too loud with belief.