"I would like to request to see the head teller, so I can manage my account."
A man appeared in the teller's quarter of the Guild hall at that moment(situated roughly at the back half of it when coming in through the entrance), seemingly out of nowhere, and in front of one of the teller booths.
That man was swathed in darkness, fitted with a sturdy and war-torn tunic, an assortment of blades along his belt, two weapons in particular standing out; a jewelled golden dagger alongside another one, this time made of black steel with a name imprinted on its pommel and complex engravings on the blade itself.
When the man had appeared, anyone even remotely a part of the Guild was put on guard, after all, if even some that were Gold ranked didn't see him enter the room, how powerful could this man be?
"Huh?"
The teller in front of that man was oblivious to what had just occurred, confused that even though he thought he had finished with the queue of members he was just dealing with, another man that wasn't there initially had come.
And even more perplexing was the fact he was calling the head teller of all people. However, the many others tellers behind the booths all saw what happened and began to comply immediately.
"I'm sorry what did you say, I didn't quite catch that." the teller spoke, shaken from the reaction of the other tellers behind him.
"I would like to meet with the head teller in order to manage my account."
"Are you sure it is the head teller who manages your account, or have you confused him with another one?"
The teller hadn't misheard it. This man was asking for the head teller, whom only manages one account which has been inactive for decades. Each teller was assigned to a Guild Member's account to manage, no matter what rank they had, with each teller handling hundreds of accounts at a time. The head teller, however, had only ever managed one account. The Rogue's account.
And since the Rogue's disappearance the head teller always insisted that he would only ever manage that man's account, not even allowing it to be terminated, even if it meant sacrificing his position, according to a promise he once made with that accursed individual.
Everyone who worked as a teller knew that. Everyone else who did not simply assumed that the head teller just does not manage Guild Member accounts. Then how would this man want to request the head teller to manage his account, when to public knowledge the head teller does not. How-
It then hit the poor teller like a tonne of bricks. A shadowy cape. Two signature and unique daggers. A voice and manner so arrogant yet emotionless at the same time. Everyone knew who that person was, even if they were only given the first detail.
It was the Rogue he was describing. But he wasn't describing the Rogue, the teller was describing the man in front of him. The man who the teller now realised was the Rogue. With that realisation, it took every scrap of self-control in order to resist screaming and or running away. The teller instead jumped out of his booth and now lay prone and stunned across the floor.
"What on Alium is all this ruckus about!" someone shouted, bursting through a crowd of tellers that had formed in the back of the booths. That someone was a tall yet stout man, white light glimmering off of his smooth, bald head, parading to the front of the crowd and finally meeting eyes with the concerned trouble-maker. In the face of that someone, his angry and crunched expression melted away to reveal his true face, a soft and beaming look of admiration as he locked eyes with that man who appeared.
"Its... Its good to see you., Lu... -Lanyon"
"Its good to see you too, James."
"Are you sure you want to do this, though?" James said content, his previous happiness washing away to a stone cold glare looking down upon Lanyon.
"Yes. Just give-"
"No. I want to be clear on the fact that you're serious about it, so I'm gonna do confirmation," James cut in, "Code, Duskwalker."
"Fine then. Confirm Iago, twenty third of the seventh month of Wintertide, the one thousand and thirty sixth year AT." Lanyon completed, in a dead voice and looking away from James, the entire crowd that had been amassed around them confused.
"Final Confirmation. Raigeki." said James, the entire Guild Hall almost silent, waiting for a response. If this man truly was the Rogue, something as historic as his return isn't something you want to miss. The silence hung in the ear. It hung for a little too long, before a voice whispered, possibly even whimpered a single word, inaudible to the rest of the crowd, yet recognised by the head teller,
"David."
At that moment, James flung a tiny object towards that cloaked man, with Lucan catching it just above his shoulder. A small platinum badge engraved with two dashes.
"It is good to see you back, Lucan."