Arthur sighed, marking a checkbox for Guild Conflict . This was the twenty-eighth iteration of this town since November. Every time they built a bustling hub, something went wrong. If it wasn't a dragon, it was a "threat spike" caused by a princess who decided to raise an army of vengeful squirrels because her favorite bakery ran out of scones. He pulled a card from his spectral deck:
"Sir," a sweaty laborer panted, "the brawlers are complaining that the new library is too quiet. They’ve started a bonfire with the spellbooks."
Arthur checked his watch. It was 2:58 PM. He looked at the town—the beautiful inns, the strategically placed watchtowers, and the adventurers currently looting each other’s pockets. It was a masterpiece of corporate fantasy planning.
Arthur sighed, marking a checkbox for Guild Conflict . This was the twenty-eighth iteration of this town since November. Every time they built a bustling hub, something went wrong. If it wasn't a dragon, it was a "threat spike" caused by a princess who decided to raise an army of vengeful squirrels because her favorite bakery ran out of scones. He pulled a card from his spectral deck:
"Sir," a sweaty laborer panted, "the brawlers are complaining that the new library is too quiet. They’ve started a bonfire with the spellbooks." Fantasy.Town.Regional.Manager.v28.11.2021.rar
Arthur checked his watch. It was 2:58 PM. He looked at the town—the beautiful inns, the strategically placed watchtowers, and the adventurers currently looting each other’s pockets. It was a masterpiece of corporate fantasy planning. Arthur sighed, marking a checkbox for Guild Conflict
