His constructs were mostly left alone, as they moved too quickly through the streets for people to get more than a quick look over them; by the time someone realized they were anything special, they'd already left.<br/><br/>The adventurer's guild was a fairly large building, that looked like it had been added on to multiple times over the years, and given the number of secret doors, and bricked up side entrances, it clearly wasn't always an official building. An old man sits in a rocking chair, on the front porch, a pipe in his mouth, lazily blowing smoke rings. "New blood, hmm?" he asks, as Draiss approaches. "You've got that look about you, and you aren't anyone I recognize. Here to sign up, then?"