Solomon somehow managed to convince Ben. He practically dragged the broken man out of the dungeon. The very first thing Solomon demanded was for Ben to take a hot bath, wash himself thoroughly, and get his overgrown hair and beard professionally groomed.
When Ben finally returned from the barbershop, he looked like a completely different person. The messy, broken hermit was gone, replaced once again by the imposing presence of a seasoned S-rank adventurer.
They went to a nearby, quiet restaurant to sit down and discuss their plans.
Ben took a sip of his water and sighed. "Currently, there is only me in this guild. Even with you here, Solomon, that only makes two active members. No matter how strong we are, we cannot accomplish much if our numbers are that low."
