Members of the Swordcoast Servant's Guild are normally subdivided into four categories, body guards who protect the clients and their estates, cooks who prepare and serve the meals, valets who tends to the client's personal needs, and maids who take care of the chores such as washing dishes and dusting.

Though rare types such as privet tutors and governesses are also found within the ranks.

One of the great lessons of the guild is the means by which to fade into the background when unneeded. People rarely note you in social situations unless you do something to draw attention yourself. For better or worse, you have become, in a way, invisible to the eyes of others, but don't count on this when trespassing.

Standing tall and opulent over the business district, is a curious sort of building. A five storied tower that seems a patchwork of stone and wood. From foundation to rooftops it tells the story of every architectural trend the upper class has ever indulged themselves in. Few have seen the inside of this building, and so many wonder what it may house inside. But you know, you have been inside it, called it home for some time. Those long days locked away in study, the lessons and tests. Temperament, subtly, and elocution. It was not for you. You packed your bags and left their oppressive stuffy guild hall. You where meant to be seen AND heard.

The guild tried to teach you to blend in till you became not but part of the wallpaper pattern. You took those lessons and turned them on their head. You threw the tea set onto the floor, you broke wind as the trainer passed, you put the hot peppers into the soup just to liven up the party. With a single act, you draw every eye in the room to yourself. These outbursts may not always be well received, or even in good tastes, but at least they acknowledge you now.