The other man’s eyes widened slightly, but then the rest of his face settled back into its usual mild shell, having already betrayed its surprise. “It’s not every day you expect a councilor to refer to themselves as a burden. More the opposite,” Wolfe said, musingly, as if working through the thought aloud. “If you’re there, though, then surely you’re helping. Although I suppose I’m a bit of an expert now in, hah, being-adrift.”
The Black Lions, the Disciples, the mages’ task force, the rangers-all groups called to him with their respective structures, their needs, and it occasionally felt like searching out a puzzle, struggling to finding the place where he fit. “Could your purpose not be the betterment of the guild in general? It needs more help than ever, I think we can agree on that. Toku once mentioned forewarning vis a vis these incidents, which we could always do with more of.”