By lunchtime, the master had returned.  

Up until that point, I had answered five phone calls and received over ten visitors. The life of a guild master was far busier than I had imagined.  

"How did it go?"  

"Um… I didn’t do very well, but I tried my best."  

"Then you did a good job."  

The master approached and handed me a pack of chocolates. There were so many that I figured I’d need to share them with the others.  

Peeling one open, I paused just before popping it into my mouth to report …