The man with the black, curly hair introduces himself as James, making it clear that he isn't the guild master. He nods towards a table where three distinguished women engage in conversation with a young woman who just served them some root beer, noting that they affectionately refer to the guild master as "mom." James goes on to explain the guild's inclusive policy—anyone is welcome to join as long as they are willing to engage in sparring. Regardless of the outcome, victory or defeat, entry into the guild is assured. However, he adds a morbid yet rare caveat that membership exceptions only occur in the event of fatal outcomes in combat, a circumstance that, he notes, hasn't happened in a long time.