Dungeon guild where York worked as a guildhall instructor after taking his exit deal.
After taking the deal at the end of The Tenth Floor at top level 71, York worked as a Game Guide and as a Guildhall Instructor in the Poetry guild, then spent the following years in self-reflection and contemplation.
The posting explains the shape of his whole life since: he composes verse compulsively — three-beats about his lost hive, poems about peace spreading through the galaxy — and broadcasts them over open bands until captains block him. He believes that words twisted the right way can raise that which was lost, which is why he keeps writing even though he knows the poems are terrible.
The guild that made a poet of a soldier and shaped York's postwar identity.