Barron had exchanged his Guild clothing for something much more civilian in nature. He carried a sheathed sword, his bow, and a quiver full of handmade arrows upon his back. A satchel was strapped to his large, fine leather belt. In it was some key necessities, such as food. Before he could leave however, the Guildmaster stopped him to talk.

"It is time for you to leave us, lad. But you're still very much apart of the Guild."

Gesturing behind him the old man said, "On the map table you will find details of any quests the people of Albion wish Heroes to perform. And you'll need to return often to learn new skills."

Nodding to himself the Guildmaster said, "Only by doing such things can you expect to advance in any way as a Hero." Rarely did Barron speak but he decided now would be best, if only to get the old man himself to stop talking.

"Do not worry. I will be here regularly to hone my skills."

The Guildmaster nodded once more, "There is little else for me to teach you, but I will always be around to offer you guidance. And your Guild Seal will allow us to communicate if need be."

Before he left he said, "I see that you found the supplies I left for you. Yes, it will be enough to last you at least a short while. Now there is a whole world for you to explore. So get to it!"

"Finally.", Barron thought to himself. Quickly he walked over to the magical table and waved his hand over it. The tabletop was shrouded in a dusty gold light. Within the dust images appeared, a wasp, a troll of some sort, what appeared to be a crowd with pitch forks and torches, and lastly a strange wolf like creature he wasn't familiar with. He touched the wolf creature, hoping to get more information about it from a card. Unfortunately the dusty image only crumbled at his touch. This perplexed him as he should have been able to read the details of the quest if not outright except it.

"I suppose I will just have to study it on my own. The library must have a book on it after all.", he reasoned inwardly.

He looked at the dusty image of the angry mob and waved it off. If his knowledge on the dust images were correct than he'd either be helping rebellion or quelling it. He wasn't particularly interested in doing either if he were to be perfectly honest. He reached out towards the image of the troll. The objective was clear, kill. He was good at that, trained for it, so he decided it would be a good first quest. However, when his fingers touched it the image crumbled just like the previous two. Reluctantly Barron touched the image of a wasp, and unlike the other images it did not crumble. Instead the gold dust turned into a card. On the card it said, "End the Picnic Area infestation." Taking on such a minor problem felt like an insult towards all the years he had been training.

Shrugging to himself he mumbled, "Better than staying here forever."

Barron walked over to two large red doors that he himself had never touched, and gave them a strong shove. Walking out into the world was about as grand as he had expected. Of course by grand I mean trees. Lots of trees and a dirt road. Oh, and of course there was vendor who sold the most useless things ever but we'll get back to him in a while. Honestly though, the only thing that made Lookout Point look different from the Guild Woods was a strange red platform of some kind.

As the doors closed behind him Barron saw a rather pitiful looking man run up to him. The tripped once and fell smack on his face. The vendor nearby started to laugh as the man struggled to get up. After some rather comedic wobbling about Barron began to wonder if he was the town drunk that he had heard some Heroes complaining about the other day. Once the man regained his footing he ran the rest of the way over to Barron.

Out of breath the man spoke, "Oh, I just knew someone was going to answer our call for help! I mean, I have no idea who you are but at least someone bloody took our quest!"

"Just tell the boy what you want you damned coward!", shouted the vendor. Barron decided he liked him, would have to get his name later when he had the time.

"Huh? Oh, right right! Wasps are attacking the picnic area! Follow me!"

The man then ran off. Much to Barron's annoyance he didn't even have to jog after the man as he tripped over himself enough that Barron was able to keep pace simply by walking. However Barron began to hear a faint buzzing noise and when a woman came screaming in terror from that direction Barron broke out into a sprint leaving the villager behind. Barron ran under a small archway and down a path until he reached a picnic table. The scene in front of him surprised him. While he knew the wasps would be larger than you average insect, he hadn't expected them to be the size of his head. He also didn't expect to see dead, heavily puncture bodies lying on the ground.

A man cowered, cornered between a rock and a ferocious wasp screaming for help. Barron quickly unsheathed his sword and ran the tip of the blade through the bugs eyes, skewering it to the ground. The man thanked him and made a promise that Barron couldn't find the time to listen too. Instead he transitioned to his bow and arrows. With unrecognizable speed he'd pull the arrows out of their quiver and fire them at the bugs. The first down was one that had foolishly tried to charge him. This resulted in an arrow getting embedded between it's eyes, killing it instantly. The second down was the one chasing a poor, redheaded woman around in circles. He shot an arrow through it's abdomen causing it to fall from the air. Barron walked over to it and squashed it's fragile skull under his boot. Barron lost count after that. Mindlessly shooting the drones down and keeping them away from the woman.

"You saved my life. Thank you so much!", the woman said with a smile. However, a buzzing sound erupted from behind Barron and the woman's face changed from pure gratitude to pure terror and ran off. Sighing to himself Barron turned around to face the man sized Queen. The beast quickly flew around the dun dial rapidly, leaving a trail of black, cindery mist behind her. Before Barron could blink the mist gained life in the form of three drones. Quickly Barron struck the drones down with well aimed arrows. Alas when Barron went to grab another arrow to embed in the Queen he found his quiver empty.

Throwing his bow to the ground he summoned the power of electricity to his hands. Feeling the blue energy pulsing in his fingertips he sent bolt after bolt out at the beast. The beast was stunned for a moment but broke out of it's dazed state and quickly tried to ram into Barron. The young warrior was far quicker though and rolled out of the way. Once at a safe distance he let out another stream of lightning. Seeing it's defeat nearing the Queen made more drones in a desperate attempt to live. Unfortunately for them Barron lightning remained to strong and he obliterated the head sized bugs in seconds. He then sent one last bolt of electricity towards the Queen and she fell just as he followers did.

"That felt… anticlimactic for some reason.", he noted inwardly. Quickly he scoped the area. Retrieving his sword and dislodging his arrows from the insects bodies. Much to his annoyance only four of his arrows would be reusable, which meant he'd be spending several hours refilling his quiver. Deciding he deserved something he chopped off the Queen's head in hopes someone at the guild could taxidermy it. To his surprise a crowd of people ran up to him as he made to leave. They began asking questions that Barron thought were relatively stupid. For example…

"How'd you do it, lad?"

"I mostly just shot arrows at them." This caused them to stupidly make awing noises at him. After one of the people shoved money into his hands in gratitude Barron awkwardly maneuvered around the crowd so he could leave.

Soon he found himself in front of the red doors. Procrastinating so he wouldn't have to return to the Guild yet he tried to strike up a conversation with the vendor. Turned out his name was Leo. Also turned out he was just as much of a conversationalist as Barron, which meant attempts at small talk were pointless. As Barron was about to leave and open those horrid red doors a familiar arm slung around his shoulder.

"Hey there, Farmboy!", Whisper shouted happily.

Raising an eyebrow she pointed at the Queen's head, "Ummm, what's with that?"

"Trophy.", Barron informed her bluntly.

"Right." she said drawing the 'i' in the word longer than need be.

"So, did you kick some chickens like usual?"

Her questioned caused Leo to look up from the book he had been reading. He gutted an eyebrow as he looked at Barron, then to Whisper, then back at Barron before finally returning his eyes to his book. Barron having not noticed Leo's brief moment of confusion simply shook his head to indicate he had done no such thing.

"Really? I thought that was like a national country bumpkin kinda sport. Oh, well. Let's just get to the mess hall before all the good food is gone!", and with that his friend dragged Barron back into the Guild.

To loyal reviewer "Patattack" I'd like to say thank you for always coming up with something to say for each chapter. However, concerning what you said last chapter, it is somewhat hard to be "original" when writing a fan novelization of a game as you have to follow it's plot in order to try and stay true to the source material. The only thing you can do is expand on what's already there, and I tried my best to do so on the graduation scene by having the non-Guildmaster narrator explain how other people would react differently to something than Barron, whom isn't exactly "right of mind". It's unfortunate that it wasn't your cup of tea but that's just how the chapter turned out. Again, thank you for always reviewing, it's a pleasure to hear my reader's thoughts.