He's in his room, well, his second room. He had dropped the dragon off in the castle gardens, which were larger than the entire city. Really it was unclaimed land on the other side of the wall, but he liked to think of it as gardens.
Now, he was in his room in the Guild Hall, changing out of his tight, formal clothing and into more casual wear, throwing on joggers and a hoodie, both black.
He slides on some sunglasses, which does well to obscure his main feature, and he walks out of the room.
In a flash he appears in a toilet stall a few floors down, and inconspicuously walks out, this was how he usually left his room when he didn't want to be recognised, as the toilets were almost always empty. Today, there was someone at the urinal, but they didn't notice his entrance, only his exit.
Obviously, they had assumed no one had been in the stall, which would have been correct, and he allows them to realise that they must've been wrong, which they weren't.
He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, then leaves the toilet.
He walks out onto the lowest floor, where queues of people are waiting to join the Guild, there are so many people in here it's easy to go unnoticed, especially with a hood and sunglasses.
He joins a queue for fun, he likes to watch the people who would be joining the Guild, he did this often. He looks around at the queues and his eyes land on a particular woman he had seen before.
She had red hair; it was long and flowed past her shoulders. No wait, it was brown, and it was in a bun. It wasn't a tidy bun, he hated those people, who meticulously combed through their hair to stretch it back and make sure not a single hair is unruly.
He had seen her at the auction, someone new. There were loads of new people who were new in the city, but most wouldn't find themselves in a Velvet Room at an already exclusive auction so quickly, she was powerful. She had to be.
He notes to do some research, figure out who she is. But then he shakes his head, she was right there, he could ask her. No one would think twice about it.
He walks out of the queue and over to her.
She notices him as she walks, and a flicker of recognition goes through her as it lands on his recognisable face.
"You..." She stutters.
"Yes, me." He replies quietly, "Maybe don't tell everyone here. They'd go nuts, it's happened before, and it was mayhem."
She looks over him, still slightly shell-shocked that he was just randomly in the room and had also seemingly randomly walked over to her.
"OK…" She says slowly, "Why...? Why are you talking to me?" She asks, then she realises how that might sound and adds hurriedly, "I'm not complaining, I'm just confused."
He sighs, "Well, I saw you at auction, in a Velvet Room, which is already noteworthy, but you're new. And I tend to know when anyone powerful enough to get a Velvet Room is in my city, but I didn't know about you. So, who are you?"
"Oh…" She chuckles, "Well, I didn't exactly announce I was coming here. But you've probably heard of me before, I'm Isabel Heartkey, Highest Gen-"
"Highest General of the Queen's army, yes." He finishes for her, "Intriguing." He murmurs, his eyes still covered, it was impossible to tell what he thought.
She suddenly realises that he was likely to go to war with the Queen, and someone who used to work quite closely underneath her might not be welcome. She gulps nervously, "I have no allegiance with the Queen anymore."
He looks up at her, and a small smile appears on his lips, "Oh! Don't worry about that, I already knew. If you're here signing up for the Guild, of course you aren't on her side. Especially after the auction."
She nods, still a tad nervous.
"I'd like to speak with you in private." He announces to her.
"Uh, okay, when do you want to-"
Her vision distorts, and suddenly she finds herself in a lavish living quarter.
"Whoa. What was that?"
"I just moved you here. It's private." He speaks.
"Right." She swallows at the display of power, her skin heating up as she feels a sweat coming on.
"Don't worry about signing up, I can get that arranged for you."
"Uh, thanks." She stutters out.
"I'm not going to kill you."
"…Thanks."
"You're very powerful, and you'd be a great asset for us. You'd be welcome into the Guild." He takes off his sunglasses, and his striking hazel eyes blaze, and suddenly all she hears is underneath me and her cheeks redden.
"That's kind of you." She mutters.
He sighs, "That would probably cause an uproar, but it won't be a big enough excuse for the Queen to attack us. Which we don't want. So, I'll offer you the normal position, and all should be good."
He runs a hand through his messy, spiky hair, some of it spikes up.
"What kind of position?"
"For your power-level, you'd start off as a Tier I Obsidian member, to move through tiers you have to do missions… do you know how our ranking system works?" He asks her, suddenly his eyes move to hers, as his attention falls onto her.
She shivers slightly and replies, "Vaguely."
He sighs again, "Alright, I can explain it to you."