John’s morning had passed like usual, except Carson didn’t wake up early enough for John’s and Virgil’s breakfast time. Hopefully, Carson would get something to eat on his own.

Once he arrived at the guild hall, noticing the crowd that was building up, he searched around one of his co-workers, Zoey.

“John!” a familiar voice called, as Zoey made her way out of the crowd, heading towards John. “Did you have the keys?!”

Once John located Zoey, he shuffled inside his bag, picking out what he thought were the same keys she asked for. “These?”

“Yeah, let’s see.” Zoey grabbed the keys from John, checking if the keys were all intact.

Right now, it was almost time to start today’s work, as they headed off to their own rooms to check on the items for today’s auctions. Most of the time, John would do this job alone—but now that Zoey was recently assigned to work at Ironport’s auction guild, he ought to assist her, too.

As John went through the items they were about to sell in the afternoon—scrolls, weapons, and such—his uncertainty grew. But from where? He didn’t know. It was probably his overthinking tendencies that would pass, eventually.

“Hey, John!” Zoey slammed the door open in a rush. “We’re starting our afternoon auction soon. You need any help?”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. I can do this.” John shook his head at Zoey, as she then did a thumbs up and left. Now that he had a few minutes to spare, he could do a few things here…