CHEAT DEATH IF YOU WANT TO | MEETING 9.3

[Zjarr]

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]The job was to be a glorified tour guide in his eyes, only with a more badass name. He had to make people feel welcome and answer their questions, maybe give them a tour around the place if they wanted. Sure, he had some authority over everyone else, but it was more or less...nothing. Nothing worth getting to his head. A tour guide couldn't dominate others and force them to do as he pleased left and right. So why not strive for leader? In all honesty, most of his being despised leadership, particularly in the form of an entire Clan. Taking control of patrols or activities or little groups was no problem, but whole factions were just an infuriating hassle. So many eyes watching your every move, so many ears listening to every word you say, so many mouths to feed...

Zjarr's first question came from his fellow Starstruck Guardian, ironically. "What's that?" Feyre had inquired. Hmm, maybe he could use what little authority he had to answer that. "It's, um, like a welcoming committee," the canine murmured softly to the witch as he leaned over in her direction. "Y'know, answer questions 'bout the group, give tours, help newcomers settle in, stuff like that." Jesus, that was boring. But it was a start. Something to stack onto his regular observer duties of patrolling and hunting, and to perform outside of his blacksmithing practice.

[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼