'Wait. Did you lot not say that this is a disciplinary committee? Why am I in a courtroom setting? What the hell is going on here? Have I been swindled?' Leo asked the disciplinary committee. His attention was more on President Arnold than anyone else.
Sitting in a wooden room, one that had well-groomed furniture with overtly serious-looking people sitting around it, Leo's gaze was like a tiger, faced with unsuspecting, yet urgent difficulty. He glared around the large table, examining the faces of the men that he knew were about to clamper at him like a buffet. Including the guild's president.
'Leo Golak' The airy, yet benevolent voice of the boisterous President of the fighter's guild, bellowed across the room. It was at this point that it dawned on Leo that he was in trouble. For a fa
