Chapter 28

Sammy’s tour lasted a half-hour more. She seemed frustrated about having to cut it off, but she ‘really did have something she was supposed to be doing’ and couldn’t entertain Natalie all night. Her assigned duty for today’s freshmen hadn’t been tours, as she’d said earlier—and one-on-one tours weren’t really a thing anyway—but had made an exception for Natalie, taking interest.

Which was great news. Natalie suspected tomorrow night, during the first party of the year—sorry, ‘school pride event’—she’d be getting lucky. There’d definitely been chemistry between them. Though not especially of a romantic kind ... but that wasn’t either of them were looking for, she thought.

How lucky? She guessed she’d be finding out. But she all but had an open invitation to stay in Sammy’s room, so unless she fucked things up, her night ought to turn out well.

As for Natalie’s problem—the thing between her legs—well, she’d handle that as it came. Jordan had taken it in stride, but she was Jordan. Would other girls be fine with it? That was assuming she even got that far. But she thought she would. Sammy’s intentions—and Natalie’s—had been pretty clear.

After the tank’s guild tour, Natalie, as planned, checked out the other guild halls. Fortunately, or unfortunately, none were as interesting as her adventure with Sammy. It was, however, amusing—and intriguing—seeing each of the guild’s personalities. Individuals were individuals, of course, but each guild had a specific air about them: both on the large scale and the small scale.

The fighter’s guild was similar to the tank’s, but louder, more rambunctious ... Sammy had mentioned that while the fighter’s guild’s parties were worth attending, you had to be aware that more property damage and injury happened there than the other four guilds combined. Safety definitely not guaranteed, when things got going. Which was a selling point to some, Natalie, honestly, included. It sounded like fun. Apparently, it was a recurring minigame to escape the campus enforcers when they showed up to quiet things down. Natalie loved that sort of chaos.

The mage’s guild, and the last of the buildings she visited—Natalie decided she would check out the healer’s guild if a skill developed for that branch, but not until then—had the most subdued atmosphere. Unsurprisingly, most mages were academics of varying sorts; the representatives hosting the freshmen welcoming events for the tank and fighter’s guilds had been loud and extroverted, but for the most part, the mage’s guild spoke in quiet, polite tones, moving about in a stiff, if expeditious manner. Her trip there was the shortest.

Depending on how Natalie’s class developed, it was likely that she’d end up enrolled at the mage’s guild. Though, she’d learned through her talks with Sammy that there were more politics at play between the guilds than she’d thought. Tenet allowed students to enroll at two, but students looked down on it; there was tribe mentality at play, and especially between specific guilds. The tanks and fighters stuck together in much the same way the mages and healers did; the rogues, as always, stood apart, the third point to the trinary system.