Warning: this fiction will include all possibilities (eg Hetero, LGBT) of (usually) consensual intercourse across genders and races (this is a fantasy world)

The Guilds lie scattered about the towns and cities of the World, its members keen on gaining glory by slaying monsters, rescuing villagers from the clutches of evil, and trying to make the World a better place for all. And then there's The Menagerie... a bunch of people who would be considered 'misfits' in most circles — willing to do the jobs the other guilds won't take. No one will admit to using them, or even associating with them, but their request board always seems full.Need to say eternal goodbyes to someone you love so much you never want to see them? Have goods that need to be on a certain dock at a certain time with none the wiser about it? Or do you simply want a favour from a Demon?

Come to the Menagerie, where everything is for sale.

(Collaborative effort with Necamijat)