Speaking out loud, Frederick basically projected all his feelings he had in one single sentence. While he gazed upon the large stone walls that blocked everyones vision into the maze. Even from a far on a hill one could only see it's structure and its many endless corner, yet never an exit.
What was most noticeable about this mega structure was that it spanned the entire valley. Meaning that the maze was extensive enough to keep you venturing it for months, if not years.
A large sigh escaped Frederick, cursing himself silently for even choosing this job back at the guild. Sure the job seemed easy enough at the time, and judging by the state of the pamphlet. That was almost falling apart from old age, it wasn't going to be picked any time soon. Making it the perfect job for Frederick to escape the guild, and its endless chatter of overly friendly mages. Even if it was for a small time.
There was also off course the sudden reappearance of an old time member back at the guild. A former guild master even, namely Zenshin. The silver haired mage, that has made Sabertooth in what it was today. But more importantly then that, the very man that gad ended and saved Frederick's life at the same time.
That alone was more then a reason for Frederick the spend some time away from the guild, and he did it the only way he knew how. By taking up a job, without even looking properly what its contents entitled.
'At least back at Savage Skull I had a legion at my disposal....that would've come in really handy right now'
Almost thinking out loud, Frederick understood the harsh reality of being a mere member was all about. Instead of being a powerful guild master of the most notorious guild Fiore has ever known. There he had soldiers and mages, willing to follow his every command. As long as it meant climbing higher in the Savage Skull hierarchy, they were willing to commit even the vilest of atrocities.
But now he was alone, no guild to rule, no subjects to command. Hell he'd even had to get his breakfast grub as a commoner. In the main mess hall of the guild, eating whatever the petty excuses for a cook had mashed together this time.
Frederick sighed again, and reached simultaneously for something tucked away in one of his inner pockets. Slowly he pulled it out, on to reveal to the daylight the very job sheet he had pulled off from the guilds board. Carelessly, judging by the torn that ruined the title.
'Now let's see if there is anything more to this job'