It seemed like you were the only one who actually cared about doing chores for the Guild. You’d gone around and asked if anyone wanted to help you out with them, which turned out to be a failure due to all their answers being ‘no’.

“Me, do chores?”

John gave a soft chuckle as he stuffed his pocket knife back in his blue overall pockets. You already knew what his answer was, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“… No thanks.”