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Early mornings were nothing new to the Guild- often times everyone was up and meeting for breakfast at the break of dawn. It was currently 6:03 in the morning, and members were shuffling into the dining hall. The table had 11 seats, 5 on each side of the table and one chair at the head of the table for Francis. The cooks were actively setting out steaming food as the others started shuffling into the room

Mark, being the ray of sunshine he is, ran into the room and plopped into his seat nearest the end of the table Mark: “Good morning!”