The maid's attitude had quickly soured, with Odhran unable to understand why, though Arnaluuk seemed to have some explanation. "I'll be sure to do whatever I can to keep him reined in with his...attitude," Arnaluuk said, apologizing. "As you can see, he's a bit of a dunce. As one of his Celestial Spirits, I can't really do anything to stop him, considering our contract and all, but I'll see what I can do about him."
Lupa barked, wagging her tail as she approached the maid. "Very well, Lupa. I understand what you are saying. As for you, dearest Sanguine, I suppose that I must apologize for my actions. Lupa has bid me to...change how I act. She has wisely recognized that I, at present, am little more than those petty magicless specks that disgrace this world, especially in comparison to the likes of those...more accustomed to the magic of Fiore. I do not know who this Queen of yours is, but I shall ensure that I let my actions speak moreso than my words."
"You...you didn't need Lupa to tell you that. I was telling you that already."
"Sanguine! I shall accept your condition that I ensure that I prove my worth towards your guild, rather than simply speaking from my mind about my talents. I have certainly proven some of my talents already, yet they are nothing more than a farce, naught more than a show to display my capabilities! Until such time that I prove myself among the ranks of the Warlords of Fiore, I shall be little more than a subservient God! It will never be denied of my holy and ethereal status among the heavens, as even the King of the Celestial Spirit Realm has seen the extents of my glory, but I shall ensure that it will not be I alone that bring this guild to glory! I must thoroughly apologize for this...unclear explanation of my goals. If I merely sought to bring glory to myself, I would have forgone such an idea as a guild, but as my great and gracious allies have proven, I am far from a lone wolf. I am one who seeks the best in all my allies, and my allies are my greatest strength. I am no mere God, I am the God of the Celestial Spirit Realm, and thus my dominion is wrapped in the bonds of friendship and camaraderie. Indeed, I shall ensure that my talents are used to benefit those who are, at present, above my status. Perhaps within the lands of Seven, I may be able to challenge ones such as yourself in the throes of combat, but within the country I am in now, even I must recognize that I am helpless to those that would bid themselves against me, especially those talented as yourself. My sense of magical attunement within Fiore is lackluster, but I recognize your power. Perhaps it may be one of the boons I have as a God, that I can-"
Arnaluuk was ticked now, and summoned her trident, whacking Odhran repeatedly atop the head. "Just stop talking, dunce. Lupa, if you would?" Lupa barked, quickly licking Sanguine before tackling Odhran, taking a rest atop his body, completely covering him and leaving him unable to speak. "Look, I know that even compared to that idiot that I'm weak. I'm a Spirit bound to him, for goodness' sake. But he's unsurprisingly already been kicked out of a few smaller dark guilds, and I don't really want to be out of a home again. Well, I mean, I'm fine. I'm a Celestial Spirit, but I don't want to have to deal with him complaining to me about 'this foul country not having respect for one of his status.' He gets really annoying. You already know that, and you've known him for just a few minutes. I've had to deal with him for fourteen years. Yes, even when he was a kid, he was this annoying. Lupa."
Lupa barked once more, springing up from her Keybearer and took a rest beside the maid's feet. "Indeed. As dearest Arnaluuk has stated, some other guilds-" Arnaluuk glared at him, anticipating what he was going to say. "...have seen me as unfit to join their ranks for much the same reasons as you have presented before me. The streets of Fiore are most uncomfortable to sleep in, so I humbly request that you grant me a place within these hallowed halls. Landlords of the various cities seem to not want to trust my payment, and even the homeless shelters of Crocus have denied me entry, and so I ask that you permit me into these halls." He hesitated for a moment, sucking in his breath as he dropped to his knees, prostrating. "Even a God such as myself can be brought down to the whims of fate and poverty. Though I may be a God, I am but a weak God. I am a God without the power to even gain a hall to rest my weary soul in, and so I humbly ask you to allow me to join this guild. Please?"
Arnaluuk looked shocked. She had never seen Odhran act in such a way. Perhaps it was the status of Errings Rising as opposed to the other guilds he attempted to join, but she did not expect Odhran to ever humble himself, especially in such a way as to prostrate. She sighed, curious at how things would advance. Lupa rested calmly at the feet of Sanguine while Syloria gave her best pleading eyes towards the maid from atop the Pterolykos's head.