The MVP award was rather fancy.
Its long body was coated entirely in silver, polished to a cold sheen, and sculpted into the shape of a hand that curled upward, its fingers outstretched as if grasping at a crown. No matter how I looked at it, the award looked both fancy and weird.
'I don't know what to do with this.'
Beneath the award was a plaque that read my name, [Seth Thorne].
The award itself wasn't very heavy, nor did it seem like it would break easily. Feeling the cold body of the trophy, I felt tempted to sell it.
"It should sell well, no?"
The thought left as fast as it came.
Thinking about my current situation, I knew that money would be the least of my problems going forward.
"Ah, shit."
Leaning back against the headrest of the chair in my office, I felt the coarse leather of the armrests beneath my arms as I closed my eyes and took a slow, steady breath.
The mood within the Guild was weird.
