The man with the dagger swore and turned; he saw us standing just to the side of the doorway, gave us a glare, and started stomping away, out of the room.The victorious man was large, towering at about six feet, and at this moment, he was shirtless, displaying a chiseled, muscular physique. His skin bore the creamy shade of white, adorned with numerous scars on his chest, each a testament to past battles. His thick black beard and mustache framed brown eyes that held the intensity of a seasoned warrior. Brown hair cascaded in a ponytail down to the middle of his back. Wiping the sweat off himself, he walked up to us, acknowledging Lilly.“Another hopeful, Lilly, that’s the fourth one today,” he remarked, his voice deep and slightly gravelly, but it carried a certain warmth.“Yes, Guildmaster, a new record, I believe,” Lilly replied with a hint of amusement. “This is Jordan, he saved Alvin’s group in the forest from a village of goblins and wants to join us here.”“I can vouch for his
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