As the sun hid behind the dune, night descended on the desert. The air cooled, and an occasional cool breeze swept through, bringing a brief respite from the day's heat.
Leon remained in the guildhall, waiting for the meeting to commence. Magical lamps were lit, casting a warm, nightly glow throughout the hall.
Suddenly, the door to the guildhall swung open with a loud knock. A group clad in white armor entered, covered from head to toe, with only their sharp eyes visible. Following behind them, another group entered, led by a tall, muscular man. They wore red armor plates and marched with a disciplined uniformity.
Those still present in the guildhall began to whisper amongst themselves.
"Hey, why is the city lord here with the soldiers?" a man whispered, staring at the muscular man in red armor.
"Yeah, what are they doing here?" another wondered aloud.
"And who are those people in white armor?"
