'Where could I possibly go from here' thunk Maxwell as he layed lazily like a king on his glorious swivel chair.

He looked like someone drunk with power, but that's the thing, when your drunk you don't know what to do or why you are powerful.

Held in his left hand is a vial of some of that black funk gunk that he scooped like ice cream off of the corpse.

"Like a fine wine" he said to himself, by himself, and then realizing that he's talking to himself but also somehow knowing at the same time that he was and didn't care.

If the funk gunk was like a fine wine then that must mean the corpse was a whole vineyard right?

'Oh well, today isn't philosophical thinking day, it's Wednesday'

He puts the vial in his mini fridge behind the chocolate milk because for some reason, the camp had a huge stockpile of chocolate milk that no one drank, so he decided to grab one and use it for safeguard because if no one is going to touch it then no one is going to touch the vial.

'What the hell am I gonna do with this'

"D...D-Doctor, how bad do I loooooook"

Oh right, he's a doctor

In a gang camp infirmary

Right after they got back from a failed raid on a dust factory.

He walked over to the injured grunt, who was lined up horizontally with the other injured, unconscious, grunts, who were being taken care of by Opal and some volunteer he didn't care about.

"D...D-Doctor can I go to sleep?"

"Of course you can, just close your eyes"

"IIIIIIIIIII do that doc but I can't go bye bye"

"Opal did you give this man the right amount of drugs"

"Sorry Dr. Saudner I must've put in the wrong amount" sheepishly replied Opal.

How is she a doctor, oh wait she's not, I am.

"Shhh it's alright, I'm just gonna give you some drugs"

"Thaaaaaaaaank you doc"

As I administered the drugs to the man, I had an obscene idea pass through my head full of eyes.

What if, now hear me out imaginary audience, what if...

I took his blood.

I know I know, I can already hear your jaws dropping like stocks, but let me explain.

I have a vial of unexplainable gunk behind some chocolate milk, and a need to do some experimenting.

And why would I not use my blood?

I'm not gonna jeopardize myself, what if it comes to life or something calls forth it's ancestor and eats their head like a mantis to their spouse.

So anyways I'm taking his blood because it's sharing Wednesday.

Thank god Opal is busy with some schmuck over yonder.

I pull the syringe out and admire the redness of the blood, it looked red like the sun. Neat

I walk over cooly back to my desk, put the syringe in the mini fridge, and lounge, like a winner.

"Mmmmmhhhhhhhhhm"

Fuck, I forgot to give him the drugs, or at least all of it. I go back to give him the rest of the drugs.

Okay now I can rest...yep, I have blood now, that was surprisingly easy.

Being a doctor has its benefits I suppose.

After that, time went on.

Business is business, that's all there is, well actually there's a lot more, but Max just kinda does what works, which is everything.

Anyways I'm walking to the village where Lawnsen is hiding out. A bit chilly but I like colder weather, for some reason it reminds me of home.

I get to the village in record time, like a gentleman would. I'm supposed to meet with Lawnsen at this bar and grill called, 'The Void', sounds like a lovely place.

I open the door, and so the door opens and I am greeted with a warm setting. Soft glows of light illuminate the eatery, and inaudible but understandable conversations fill the empty.

I walk up to the bartender, "Hello I'm looking for someone named Lawnsen, I don't know what he's wearing so I can't give you that description"

He looks up to me, pondering, "Well do you know what his face looks like?"

"Brown hair, brown eyes, oh wait he should be limping I know that"

"Oh that man, he went to bathroom, that's his seat so you can sit next to it while you wait for him" he points at a stool, "Well now that I got you hear, anything you want to order?"

Well now that I think about it, I'm really tired and it is rather late, gee it's been a long time since I've had some coffee.

"What's your coffee selection?"

"Black, Cappuccino, cold brew, espresso-"

"Espresso but I want it in a coffee cup, not a shot"

He looked worried, that is a lot of caffeine.

"Alright sir coming right up"

I sit down at the stool and try to busy my mind while waiting for my espresso cup and also for Lawnsen to show up.

'How would Lawnsen teach me to fight?'

'Maybe he'll show me how to shoot a gun, that seems like the most plausible'

'But I doubt gun proficiency will lead Brine to his demise'

As I think to myself, a conversation quells my gear to focus in.

"How's the lumber business, Frederick?"

"It's going fine, but with winter coming up we need more hands to help chop up some more wood"

"I'm sure some young-in would be interested"

"I don't know, it's hard labor Y'know. Betsy told me to stop having a bad attitude about these kinds of things, so who really knows, maybe some feller will be interested"

Hmmmm, lumber. While it's not a combat class, it still helps me better know how to an axe. Yes this is exactly what I need.

I stand up to walk towards the men and then proceed to them.

"Excuse me kind men, I couldn't help but overhear your chatter. It seems like your interested in finding someone to work for you, and I also just so happen to be interested in working this kind of business"

"What's your name son?"

"Maxwell, sir"

"Your really interested in chopping wood?"

"To each their own, right Frederick?" The man chatting with Frederick said. "Besides this exactly what you're looking for"

"I know I know, it just seems so convenient. Well when would you be available to work?"

My hours huh, well I still need to work with the white fang all day until the evening, and I also need to spend time learning how to shoot a gun with Lawnsen, hm but I do have weekends off so maybe...

"I can work the evenings for Monday, Wednesday, and Friday"

"Hmm wish you could work earlier times but I really do need the help, when's the soonest you can start?"

"Beginning next week"

"Perfect, well alright then, your hired" he stands up to shake my hand.

This is it, what mother always told me about. I kept my back straight (it already was), maintained eye contact, and firmly grasped his hand. I have it a perfect squeeze, and kept a good shaking motion.

"Wow nice handshake"

Oh god how I adore those words, as an up-and-coming businessman there is nothing more exhilarating then this.

"I'll see you next week then" I walk back to my stool and what do you know, Lawnsen has arrived from his shitting hour. Perfect, no time has been wasted, another quality of a businessman is to not waste time.

"Ah, Saudner, I was wondering where you were"

"Let's get started, I have no time to waste"