His guild, the "Lorebreakers," thought he was a lost cause. Their leader, a hard-nosed tank named Hexia, finally cornered him in the fort.
Sam typed:
That was the breaking point. Hexia booted him from the guild. The public message read: "OrnySimp has been removed: chose pixels over people." ornysimp
For two years, Sam did nothing else. He maxed out his botany skill just to farm Midnight Tears. He ignored guild invites. He watched other players rush past, chasing dragons and demigods, while he stood vigil for a 3.7-second micro-expression. His guild, the "Lorebreakers," thought he was a lost cause
He didn't even realize it at first. He was just doing his nightly ritual when Ornys’s dialogue changed. Instead of "Storm Crow business, traveler," she turned her head— directly at him —and said: "You. The one who smells of rain and weeping blossoms. Follow." Hexia booted him from the guild