As the armored police broke through the crowd with truncheons, Lysander ducked through the Guild's gate, pulling it quietly closed behind him. He had stepped into the courtyard of the guild, and could see a fighting ring where two warriors were sparring, several bystanders cheering them on, and a girl talking to a heavily armored man under a tree. It appeared to be some sort of fighter's guild, though he couldn't be sure just from what he currently saw. Lower class soldiers in the Legion were known to frequent such establishments discreetly to train on their spare time. 
Lysander made sure his weapons were tightly secured to his body and walked forward. Several of the bystanders gave him wary looks, but none confronted him. He sat down on a crude bench made from rough wood and began considering his next move.