The man blinked, vacantly eyeing Jeff with a growing smirk. "Guild hall? The guild's been shut down for years, kid. Lynn thought it was unnecessary since her husband invented the AD-rifles. Those guns make magic and skill pretty damn irrelevant. One shot, and anyone would be put flat on their asses. I suggest you bugger off, unless you have an invitation from Lynn or Hugh," he explained, pulling Jeff further from the steps.