The big jackass who demanded to be called, Lord Deathless, hollered at Deck Director Copton of the Acid Guild, “Hey, Director Fuck-turd! Move it with our robes!” The Director kept a smile on his face as he motioned for his men to take clothing to their guild's Fourth-Deck Guild droppers, and replied, “Yes, Lord Deathless”.

The Director thought to himself, “I wish I could fucking kill these four assholes. All they do is show up every ten years taking whatever they want. The other deck droppers in his party are all still incapacitated from mana withdrawal, but Lord Dumbass always drops without losing much of his strength or energy.” The Director continued to seethe inwardly as he thought, “Lord Deathless, what a fucking stupid name! Thankfully we will only have to suffer through a couple of days of the braggart telling everyone about how unkillable he is before they head off to the Oracle Deck.”

“Shithead! Why isn’t Soup Bowl here!” demanded Lord Deathless as he looked around.

Director Copton gestured toward the tall elf standing next to him and replied, “Soup Bowl Bob is in hiding. I have hired Aston Rosen, Associate Elf Mage Tracker, to help us locate him as soon as your party recovers from their Deck drop.” The Director was sick at the cost of hiring the Elf Mage Tracker for these asshole deck droppers, but he knew without the tracker they might kill him for his failure to present Soup Bowl to them. As much as he hated these droppers, he couldn't deny their power.

Lord Deathless went into a rage when he realized Soup Bowl Bob was missing. He spent about 5 minutes slapping around the guild guards and the Director.

Director Copton was on the ground, bleeding from his nose, ears, and eyes, just waiting for the stomp that was surely heading for his head, and ending his life. Director Copton knew this was an inner guild matter, and the City Lord wouldn’t intervene if the dropper killed him. He could only hope guild politics would stop the brute from kicking his head in completely.

Finally, Lord Deathless stopped beating on the guards and the Director. He then picked up the director by his robes, and while spitting in his face said, “Take care of the rest of my party, and you better hope this mage can lead me to Soup Bowl.”

During his tantrum, Lord Deathless made sure not to injure or even touch the Elf Mage. Even he was not willing to offend the Elf Mages. Lord Deathless threw the Director back onto the ground, looked over at the mage, and asked, “are you ready to lead me to Bob?”

The Elf simply nodded his head and turned to lead the way, while thinking, “I knew I should have charged more.”