TAG. The Adventurers Guild. IC

[Holy-hunter]

The dwarf captain was in shock when he was handed his necklace, gratitude swept over his face along with a deep worry, it clearly held some sentimental value. He thanked Lanius deeply, grabbing the elf’s shoulder to do so. He began inspecting the clasp when he was suddenly distracted by a noise down the street.

One of the light guards sitting on the carriage gave Lanius a nod acknowledging his offer but holding the seat for now. There were two light guards floating around the carriages that were dressed slightly different to the others. Their equipment looked of better quality, they themselves seemed more experienced and traveled.

From down the street, the way you all came, a sudden commotion erupts as the light guards on duty start shouting loudly.
They try in vain to enforce their authority through sheer loudness alone, as if the volume of their commands will make all the difference.
Clearly early talking had no effect, and even now as their voices break under the sheer strain of their continued shouts, two lone figures ignore their calls and continue to walk down the street toward you unhindered.
Carrying no lights, the two were but silhouettes in the light of the guards behind them.
On the left was a tall and imposing figure, most likely taller than any man you had ever met so far, standing at about 8 feet in height, it was obvious why the guards used only words. The other figure was pitiful in comparison, maybe 5ft tall, rounder and walked with a swagger while waving an arm in the air. In that hand was something, but at this distance it couldn’t be seen.

Every one around you stopped what they were doing and just watched with anticipation.