Days like today. Where we have to go to work after playing ESO all day yesterday and making it to 8th level (yes I still play SP style where I see the world and it's not a blur) like everyone else, but when I come back on tonight I'll still be 8th level and they'll be 20th! That's when it starts. The murmuring and feet shuffling. From the "new guild". About you. About where things went wrong. And what you might not be able to do. Things about your "role". Things about whether you can "contribute". Things that could affect...your digni-TAH. And then there's the clanging sound. Low at first, then all at once, louder. Then deafening. Know what it is? It's your name. Falling off the guild charter. With a clatter. Congrats. You've become...a functional NPC. A non-factor. That guy who "used" to be a player and now might as well be that girl in that drinking hole. Yeah the one with the lute. Pathetic.