Faye Yardley, full and content, slumped onto the swing chair. She stared at the virtual screen, her mind blank.
[Even though it's a rare peaceful day, I can't shake this weird feeling of unease. Am I the only one?]
[You're not alone. I feel the same. This quiet and stability makes me worry if I'll even survive after this safe period ends.]
[What are the requirements to be chosen as an Island Master? Why can't there just be more Island Masters?]
[How do you know there aren't other Island Masters? And it'd be good if there were more guilds, too. It would give everyone more options.]
[You guys are just talking crap. Don't you even look at the guild rankings? There are so many new guilds.]
[Guilds that aren't Level 2 or higher still have to participate in system events. So joining one is no different from not being in one.]
[It's because there are too many freeloaders like you that so many guilds exist but don't want to recruit outsiders.]
