Up in his suite, Lucian sat cross-legged on the floor, the spoils of battle from the second floor lay around him like a mountain.
He nodded his head and was about to reroll the items when a soft chime broke the stillness. It was the hotel's communication system, a gentle intrusion that pulled him back to the surface.
He rose smoothly to his feet and crossed the room to the sleek panel embedded in the wall. With a tap, the image of the elven receptionist flickered into view, her expression as composed as ever.
"Mr. Morningstar," she began, her voice smooth and professional, "there is a gentleman here who wishes to see you. He claims to be the leader of the Green Dragon Guild and says he has an urgent matter to discuss."
Lucian's brow lifted slightly. The Green Dragon Guild, one of the guild he saw in the city while coming here to the hotel.
