The two groups prepared to go their separate ways once they were out of the dungeon, then the Elders remembered that Karl and his team had never seen their Sect before.
"Would you like to take a look around? We're not as glorious as the New Home Merchant Clan, just a small mining Clan, but we do have a rather impressive shop district," one offered.
Karl smiled. "It would only be right. After all, we will be working together many more times in the future, I suspect.
This arrangement is mutually beneficial.
How about we stop for dinner before I take my team home? Perhaps somewhere a bit less formal, so we can see the real tastes of the Clan, not what is prepared for guests."
That made the Elders a bit nervous, as Karl was clearly an Elite, raised by his Guild to be a leader from the start.
He had all the best skills, the gear, the team of highly skilled assistants who had centuries more experience than him. Letting him head to a miners' tavern for dinner just didn't seem right.
