Shocked by the sudden surprise the guards turned their heads towards the loud interruption of their daily mundanity. Some slowly started to draw their weapons as they were met by a stranger standing in the opening. Instead of looking at the unforgiving frozen landscape outside the hall, they were staring at a darkened silhouette from a man. Who at this point took another step inward, so that the soldiers weren't staring directly into the outside light anymore. It revealed a middle-aged looking man, clearly unbothered by the cold and definitely not dressed for the occasion. Instead of winter-proof clothing, he was dressed as if he could attend a dinner party at any given moment. His only protection would be his long woolen trenchcoat with a fur outline, which waved playfully in the wind since he had it unbuttoned. Yet it wasn't his attire that really caught the attention of the guards, but rather what this man dragged alongside him. Hanging from the grasp of his right hand, was one of the guards tasked with protecting the entrance of the hall itself.
Like a rag doll, the stranger threw the bloodied guard in front of the others, clearly dead, beaten to pulp it seems. The stranger took another step towards, while simultaneously the others guards instinctively took a step back.
'So, this is Errings Rising' he said with a clear tone of disdain in his voice. 'Can't say that I am impressed.' Amadeus looked around the hall, seeing nothing but small fry surrounding him. Carefully assessing his next move, while not moving. Yet he still wasn't met by anyone noteworthy. Which was quite a letdown honestly. Amadeus had heard some of the stories about this place. Assassinating a retired but famous legal mage, poison attacks in Morgate Town, and the slaying of a hive nest of spiders on shadow island. It sounded interesting enough, in fact, an old war buddy of him had even joined up in the past. And if that warmongering fool even decided to bend the knee to some young girl, then there is something about Errings Rising that made it special enough. Something Amadeus didn't have, but something he clearly wants.
As he looked around, Amadeus noticed that this wasn't a normal guildhall. There was no bar or a large rabble of drunken mages. No there were only guards, large pillars along the side, and a long red carpet leading all the way up to a large chair. This was a throne room, yet there was no queen to be seen. Meaning a new sovereign to replace to old wouldn't be strange.
' Honestly, I expected more of this place, more of you even.' he taunted the guards while walking past them towards the throne. Once there he turned around, with the large chair at his back. ' But I am not without mercy, I can clearly see that this throne needs a new occupant. So why don't you all bow down to me.' A devilish grin suddenly appeared on his face, as Amadeus suddenly had an idea. The strongest leaders led through fear, by a show of sheer force and ruthlessness. 'Oh.. and to show that I am very serious about my new role here, I will kill the one who bows down last.'