Francis Scott Fitzgerald; the man made of money and the leader of The Guild. He was a cold man who only really thought about money---believed he could buy anything he wanted with enough money. Since he had all the money in the world, he didn't think he could want something so bad that he couldn't buy. That was before he met you.

You were a middle-class citizen---not poor, not rich. He met you when you were at a bakery. Francis wanted to humor you, so he bought some food from your bakery... but something about you.

Francis tried to buy you with money, tried giving you fancy outfits, tried everything to get you to get you to simply be with you, but you refused.

In the end, you joined the guild for some reason.

Francis stood there with you in his fancy office---in his hand was a cue stick. He was literally pissed that you were winning his own game... a mare citizen beating him!

"How are you winning?! You surely must be cheating!" Francis stomped his foot like a child as you won the game---the eight ball going into the hole.