It took me only a few hours to arrive at Lrash, Tina was right, this was a damn fast horse. I slid off the saddle, pushing my way into the guild as people stopped, stared and whispered. Talk stopped dead for just a moment as I entered, and for a moment fear and anxiety gripped at my chest. Then it broke into explosive gossiping and I relaxed. Nothing out of the usual. I walked up to the reception, and a young man with grey eyes looked at me with wide eyes. “Can I help you?” He asked, his eyes slipping on and off my faceplate.
“Yes, I need to see Frejr, it’s urgent. Can you tell me where she is?” I asked, taking a quick look around. She normally wouldn’t be sitting out here drinking, but it wasn’t unheard of. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case now, and the seats were only populated by a number of other adventurers drinking and talking. The man nodded, wringing his hands a little as he reached for a ledger, then stopped, before reaching for another.
“Frejr isn’t in at the moment.” Another voice called out from the side. This one calmer, composed. “She’ll be at the administrative building.” He sized me up, folding his arms across his chest and frowning slightly. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to see your badge.” He requested, walking up beside the other man. I cocked my head, slipping my hand into a pocket to bring it out. He nodded. “Your unique style has become quite the fashion statement.” He said simply. “It’s only a matter of time before someone tries to impersonate you, since no one has ever seen your face.”