Boots clattered on the floor, mugs hit the table. Today the Guild went out for a walk. However, the Guild walks every evening, making noise for at least three blocks, but no one complained. The guild was respected and revered, it was a shield and everyone understood this. Someone’s unconscious body flew over my head, which I intercepted in the air and lowered onto the chair next to me. The manager nodded to me gratefully and continued to scribble something in his book. He records who broke what and then makes them pay. There were no objections, the Guild was a home, and a home should not be harmed. Someone fought, someone danced, everything was as usual. Then they will definitely change places, and tomorrow they will be best friends again, but only until the evening. I loved watching this riotous brotherhood, of which I myself became a part. Boots were knocking on the floor, mugs were hitting the table. Today the Guild walked...

Author's notes: Proofread. I hope that the number of errors is kept to a minimum.