Ren sat back in his chair, scrolling through the endless stream of client emails flooding the group inbox. His expression was calm, but his eyes screamed exhaustion.
Requests. Requests everywhere.
Some were doable. Some were laughable. Some were clearly scams. And then there were the ones that sounded like they were written by people who thought dying in a dungeon was a new trend.
He clicked another email and groaned.
"Why," he muttered to himself, "does every guild suddenly want to raid mid to high-difficulty dungeons? What is this—mass suicide season?"
Half of these so-called requests didn't even make sense. They wanted him to clear boss nests for pocket change.
Ren rubbed his temple. "Do these people think dungeon raids are picnics? Bring sandwiches, defeat a dragon, and call it a day?"
He sighed and moved on to the next one.
Quests.
More quests.
