Passing through the beautiful garden, illuminated by the moonlight, Artanis noticed that Helga was nowhere in sight, she concluded that she had already closed for the day, as only a few rare couples were still at the park. Trying her best to ignore a rather loud, religious woman screams. She reached the southern park gate. Worried that like Helga, the Merchant’s guild could also have closed, or were about to do so. She started to run, soon she were before the guild’s gate.

You have witnessed Rockheim’s Merchant Guild:

Rockheim’s Merchant Guild

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A grand mansion, built almost entirely in black marble, large pillars adorned with gold, demonstrate the wealth of the guild. Among thieves, it is said that only a fool would dare, to try to steal the valuable art pieces, both inside and outside this building.

One of the six wonders of Rockheim.

Artistic Value: 1243

Creator: Adrianne Rosegard.

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‘Good, it’s still open.’ She thought, happy she would have not to wait for hours to enter it. The luxurious mansion was made of black marble, its large pillars, adorned with gold. The large, dark oak door did not have any visible handles outside. Only being able to be either, opened or closed by those inside. The, also black marble floor inside, reminded her of a certain, real world bank. In it, were a variety of expensive looking furniture, exquisite statues, and paintings, which she would surely observe, as soon she could find time to do so.

All that showed how incredibly wealthy this guild was. All of it, guarded by certain enchantments, which surrounded anyone who dared to touch then in a red light. The reason she knew that was the shady looking man. He had tried to steal a blue, beautiful flower vase, and because of it. He was mercilessly, beaten to death during the process. By two, living gold statues.

“What can I help you, with?” Asked a frail looking young man, which demeanor frankly made him look like both Artanis and him, played at the same team. His speech, were more polite than what she had seen him use before. A beginner player talked to him, asking for directions. She could not hear exactly what he had said to him. However, the fact he ran off crying meant he had a very sharp tongue inside his large mouth.

“I have a letter for Aramis.” She told the man sitting behind a rather large and well-decorated desk. Following what Hywel had told her to do.

“For Aramis?” Asked the frail man, looking at Artanis clothes. The ugly looking travelers garbs made her look like a beggar. Well, as a beautiful elven beggar.

“Yes, it’s from a man called Hywel.” Hearing the name said by her, the man suddenly got out of his chair, went around his table, running towards Artanis

“Hand it over.” He demanded, having a fierce look in his eyes. His eyes were similar to the ones of a predator who had found a weakened prey.

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“I can’t, I was asked to deliver it to his hands.” She answered, tightly holding the letter, which the man tried, to steal from her hands.

“Don’t be stupid! What difference does that make?!” He screamed, furious at the elf before him, how she got such letter were a mystery, but he could not care less. He wanted it, and no elf beggar would get in his way.

“Is that so?! Then I can deliver it myself!” She screamed that in response to the hateful man before her, she could barely contain her rage, wanting to punch him in the face. However, she tried her best not to, as beating a guild member was a sure way to be kicked out of it. Perhaps to not ever be allowed inside again. Something like that went against her objectives.

After having heard about the ruckus at the guild’s reception table, a young, well-dressed man approached it. As the entire guild wall went into silence, aside from the two, which voices seemed to grow louder and louder at each passing moment. Soon it would perhaps turn into a brawl. Some bet that that the woman would win, and some bet she would not lose. Not a single person bet at the man’s victory.

“What is this ruckus about?!” Loudly asked the well-dressed man. Hearing his voice nearly caused the frail, rude man to have a heart attack. Having been too distracted to notice his arrival, as he was too busy, hurling complicated, insults at Artanis. Some of them were about the fact she were an elf, others because of being a woman and quite a few about her appearance.

“A… Ara… Aramis?! What do I woe your graceful presence for, surely you didn’t come because of this filthy beggar causing trouble, did you?” The man, which before acted like a mad dog, were now waving his metaphorical tail, before the young man’s presence.

“Gaylle, answer my question.” He said, annoyed with the man’s obvious act. He knew that such man were ambitious and unscrupulous, enough to sell his own mother for a piece of gold. He wished, for a long time. To expel such man from the guild, but had, yet to find a proper excuse to do so.

“It’s this beggar, Sir. It insisted that she had to meet you, I know how busy you always are, so I offered to deliver his message later, myself.” Said the man, thinking that a man such Aramis would believe in his words, and not the words of a complete, poor looking traveler.

“Milady, does he speak the truth?” Asked Aramis, politely addressing Artanis as a lady, while Looking at her blue eyes Waiting for her to give him an answer.

“No, Sir. He’s lying.” She answered, thankful that the man had given her a chance to defend herself from the word of Gaylle, the man’s name, seemed to fit him perfectly.

“You filthy, who!” Said Gaylle, not being able to finish his sentence, thanks to a fist who had hit him in the face, silencing his words, extracting some of his teeth and knocking him over his table. The table, hit by the falling man’s body, broke thanks to the impact, and weight.

“I am terrible sorry, Milady. Do not take his words as if they represented the guild. In fact, he is from this day forward, not part if It.” Said the man, as he took a handkerchief from one of his pockets using it, to clean the blood on his hand, which had been spilled, over his hand, after he had magnificently punched, Gaylle in the face.

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