The cavernous hall echoed with the sound as the thick doors of oak - worlds start and opportunity - swung open. The walls scaled up out of sight, imagination the only limit, a ceiling so high that clouds could form, that birds could fly. Tables of strategy, love, war and peace lay scattered around, worlds slowly building on their surfaces - guild members adding to their construction until they themselves became a part.
Lio had, finally, reached the Guild.
Lio had, finally, reached the Guild.