Down the street he walked. Down into a subway terminal. To a phone booth.

He looked for change on himself and found none.

"I don't have time for this..." He thought to himself.

He brought up his hand and spread out his fingers, pointing his open palm

to the phone. 3 seconds later there was a click heard from inside the phone.

He brought down his hand and dialed 369-9630.

The interior of the booth was suddenly flooded with white light, and he felt

wind pushing him from all sides.

A homeless man laying on a bench saw him enveloped in light.

He was afraid. A look of terror on his face. He jumped up and ran out screaming things

about the end of the world.

The light subsided and the man found himself still standing inside a the phone booth.

However, his surroundings had changed. He was now in the center of a small, square room, with

a door in the middle of one of the sides. He opened the door of the booth and stepped out.

Opening the door in the wall, he came into a low lit tavern like place. It was colored a

main brownish color, with blood red as the secondary color. It looked like any other inn.

This was the guild though. He could sense it. His eyes opened wide. Someone was staying here.

Someone he knew could give him the information he required.