The Green Dragon Guild Hall stood imposing and arrogant, a three-story building constructed from dark green stone, carved with intricate dragon motifs. Banners bearing the guild's emblem – a coiled green dragon breathing golden fire – fluttered from the ramparts. Two guards, clad in matching green armor that looked Uncommon grade, stood flanking the heavy, dragon-carved double doors. They looked bored, leaning on their spears. Lucian could sense their energy – around Level 45 Rankers. Weak.
He approached silently, the Umbra Cloak rendering him a mere ripple in the shadows. He stopped across the street, observing for a moment. The street wasn't deserted; a few figures hurried past, paying the guild hall no mind.
No need for subtlety now. He deactivated the cloak's Shadow Blend, stepping out of the darkness, his presence suddenly palpable.
