{You can change the scenario as you like}

It was a rare day in The Guild, no one had no missions to do, thus they were just hanging around. Herman was in his office. Louisa was talking with Francis on the couch, Poe sitting in the corner writing another novel. Lovecraft was counting the amount of seeds potted flowers had that were next to the door. James wasn't there either, in his office as well. John was sharpening his knife. Lucy was watching him boredly, not having anything to do. Mark was checking his gun. Nathaniel and Margaret were bickering like always.