In COVENANT, Black Lion's headquarters.
Roz swept the floor in slow, practiced movements, the bristles gliding over the polished tiles of the guild's inner courtyard. This had long become his everyday job.
While other members were busy crafting weapons, scanning the auction house, or preparing for dungeon raids, Roz's assigned role was simple but endless—cleaning the guild headquarters, running errands, fetching ingredients from the storage room, even foraging whenever the guild needed extra low-level materials.
As a classless probationary member, Roz never once considered he would be promoted to a regular rank. In the four months he had played COVENANT, his only contribution to the guild was being cannon fodder. He never had free time to grind for rare items or search for job advancement clues like the regular members could. His time was eaten up by physical labor.
