No sooner had the door closed behind Bonnie did a voice called out to Fáfnir.
"So, you must be the Newbie I've heard talk about," Fáfnir turned to the voice and found the man Bonnie had told her she wanted to avoid.
"Seems that way,' Fáfnir replied politely, as he went against his better judgment and offered the man his hand to shake, "I'm-"
"I am David," the man declared proudly, pounding his fist against his own chest as he spoke, "You should avoid getting too close to Bonnie; she's already spoken for,"
"Wh…hu?" Fáfnir was properly thrown off at the topic of conversation; He had only just met Bonnie, and despite their awkward first introduction, he hadn't once thought about making a move on someone he had only known for maybe an hour if he gave a generous estimate of the confusion concept that came with 15 O'clock and a possible 30 hour day.
"Look, I get it; she's strong, and she's got one hell of a rack, but I've already called dibs. She can't bear my children, but that makes her the perfect candidate for my concubine,"
Fáfnir thought for only a moment before coming up with the perfect response to David's words, "That's gross," Fáfnir turned away, trying to avoid talking to the man anymore, and felt a hand touch his shoulder.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough; drop the ogre and get the hell out of my guild; why not try a city in Marvana? You'd fit in perfectly with that trash country,"
"Am I being hazed?" Fáfnir asked himself, the situation confusing him to no end. His confusion only grew when David looked at the door irritably and turned away.
"You've been warned, Newbie; If you stay, I'll be forced to put you in your place," David disappeared just as Bonnie opened the door. Whatever she had been about to say died when she saw Fáfnir craning his neck, wondering if David was going to peek out from behind the building cartoonishly.
"He was here, wasn't he?" She asked in disgust.
"He was really gross," Fáfnir noted in confirmation.
"What did he say? Did he touch any part of your body?"
"He told me to go to Marvana, and he touched my shoulder,"
"Crap," Bonnie muttered under her breath before clarifying the problem to Fáfnir, "David is the son of a Marque from the capital. He came to Namfam to form a harem," Bonnie spat, and Fáfnir took care to remember that the city was called Namfam before she continued speaking, "He wanted a wide selection of women and has already picked them all out; he tried to use his connections to force us all to be on a team with him, but a lot of people threatened to transfer when he tried to force his team to form, even some high ranking teams threatened to move cities if they even considered letting him have his way,"
Bonnie pulled out a washcloth and began dabbing it at Fáfnir's shoulder; when she pulled away, the cloth was glowing green, "he marked me and his other victims with this tracking dye, and now he's marked you,"
"I don't wanna be a part of that creep harem," Fáfnir declared angrily, earning a hearty laugh from Bonnie.
"No, dear. David did this to Bellamy and a few other men who were close to his would-be victims. He's probably going to hire someone to assault you if he doesn't do it himself. I'll have the guards keep an eye out for visitors from the capital," Bonnie muttered irritably as a group of Humanimal Mice men came into view, wheeling a cart. After some talking, the mice men strapped in the ogre corps and wheeled it away to wherever they processed monster corpses.
"So am I gonna get a team?" Fáfnir asked curiously.
"Since I'm both vouching and recommending you, you'll be joining my team, or more accurately Bellamy's team." Bonnie opened the door to the guild, and Fáfnir marveled at its massive size. Hundreds of creatures could be seen walking around, looking at large boards on the wall with job postings. A rainbow of paper littered the boards, all in colors that Fáfnir suspected matched the lowest rank required to take the job.
"Hello," A booming voice made Fáfnir jump as a Man with a neatly trimmed mustache approached him and Bonnie. His skin was fairly tanned, and his hair was just as well kept as his mustache, "I am George, the Guild master in charge of admitting new members, overseeing rank-up requests, team formation requests, and transfer requests; you must be Fáfnir," Fáfnir shook the man's hand, who accepted the gesture with gusto, before motioning for Fáfnir to follow him.
Bonnie joined them as George led Fáfnir up a flight of stairs and through several halls before arriving at George's office. Its most notable feature was a window showing the city inside the wall. George had set up his desk next to the window instead of having his back on it or directly facing it. George took a seat and the Interview commenced.