You walked into the guildhall, a location where budding adventurers register for party, veterans to pick up quest, and civilians to post said quest and maybe trade exotic goods with the guild at a negotiated price. But that morning, there was a commotion; a young looking boy in low-tier armor was pleading desperately with a group of adventurers who pretend to not hear him

Max: "Guys, please hear me out, you cannot function without a quartermaster on the team, who will do the daily finance report to submit to the guild ? Please reconsider this, charging headfirst into battle without a leader to maintain your equipment is a death sentence."

he doesn't seem very successful in his effort