As an author you had been anonymously observing an auction, watching as people spent unnecessarily large amounts of money on various pieces of literature and antiques. While you were leaning against a wall listening to the exaggerated voice of the auctioneer, you noticed someone watching you from the corner of your eye. A few moments later you were able to tell they had been stalking you for a while. When you had silently left the room and they followed, you decided to confront them.

“W-Wait! Don’t hurt me!”

The person squeals in a meek voice, as you hold them against a wall by their arms. Seeing them up close, you realize they are actually Poe, a member of the Guild and a fellow author. He seemed to recognize your formidable author status, despite majority of your works being published anonymously or under a pen name.