After disembarking from the tram at the platform in front of the Wisdom Daily's Copenhagen and Lübeck branch, Durin looked at the newspaper office in front of him, lit a cigarette for himself, and then walked towards the lobby.
He was then naturally stopped by the guards.
"What can I do for you, sir?" the elder of the two guards stepped forward.
Durin drew the Holy Insignia of the God of Knowledge on his chest, "I've come to the newspaper office to place an advertisement on the third page."
On his way here, Durin had already learned that the third page of the Wisdom Daily was a huge advertising section, filled with a variety of advertisements.
"I see, come, I'll take you to Mr. Editor." Realizing the stranger before him was here for legitimate business, the middle-aged guard with the Criten's distinctive short horns on his head signaled for Durin to follow.
