As proof of his desperation, the proud young man accepted a ride from a stranger to Ace of Spades, a town he heard was basically ran by a big, wealthy guild. Charity disgusted him, but it was either this or his mother and sister would be without medicine this month. Possibly even worse, he'd likely die and they would die as well without him. By the time Rainer reached the door of the Red Dragon Inn, his limbs trembled from weakness. He paused. There was nothing he could do about the dark circles and worry creases around his eyes, but he could at least put on some bravado so he wouldn't come across as desperate as he was. This felt like his last chance. If he wasn't so hungry, he'd be way more pissed off about it all.
Mustering the very last of his strength, Rainer pushed open the door and strode into the bar as if he had the world by the tail. In the back of his mind, he knew if he stood around he'd fall down, though. So instead he headed right for the counter, finding a place to nonchalantly lean until he could get the attention of an employee. "Hey," his brash voice rang out, a bit more hoarse than usual, not that anyone would know. "I'd like to see about joining up with the guild around here. Sabertooth," he finished, getting straight to the point. He hoped with all of his remaining strength that joining his guild would go much smoother than it had gone joining the last one. He didn't have it in him to prove himself in some sort of battle during a crisis. As far as he could tell, there didn't seem to be anything going on here other than patrons having a meal or a drink. As long as the universe didn't take a giant dump on him and decide he and his family deserved to move on into whatever did or didn't exist afterward, Rainer would receive a guild stamp and some sort of food.