[@Stern Algorithm]

Overzealous digested the common sense of it all with quiet contemplation. They were right, of course, to suggest against the gates in the long run. Without some way to secure such a syste. Securely they would indeed have a key to the very heart of Ardent Heralds' guild open to the entire world and any enemies that chose to invade them. 
Without knowing how strong the outside world was, it seemee prudent to avoid the obvious and easy way of securing items or resources in the near future.

"You are right, of course."

Brunhilde and Overzealous, accompanied by the machanic beetle protector, contemplated the future as their stroll through the Guild to the grand library. It would be a challenge indeed to create something so large amd complex so early into their arrival in a new world (for surely this was not YGGDRASIL).

"Perhaps you can find a few scrolls of divination to make use of. If possible, comb the local area with a summoned eye and look for a village. Towns. Anything friendly. I'll go see to the immediate area."

With other guild members out and about, scouting the cliffs, Zeal figured it would be wise to personally experience what his new body was capable of. 

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[@Noodles]

With the young boy seated at the guilds luxurious table, a servant npc of the Guild was at their side in moments. They were an elf model wearing very plain white and gold robes and carried a silver tray held over their stomach as they bowed, matching silver hair falling from their shoulders.

"Good evening, traveler. Apologies for the wait but Master Overzealous isnpreoccupied at the moment. If you would care to rest and eat while they finish, I would be happy to fetch you something to eat."

The elf womans eyes flashed with excitement and they smiled warmly to the newcomer.

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[@Shadowman215]

The rockface they approached was far more elaborate up close, with the heavy snowfall blocking their view. Like the other players Solace would be transported just a short ways from Ardent Heralds fabulous guildhome. The towering doors were closed off but a second entrance was already openinf to greet the newcomer.
At the doorway, a secured entrance point, was a human male brandishing a long silver sword etched with various runes. Their armor was leather, a stitched vest and shoulderpads. A long hood and cloak with thick fur boots and gloves hid any other discernable features, but the man stood with confidence.

"Halt!" His voice was deep and firm. "Identify yourself before the gates of the Ardent Heralds or be turned back."

A stranger had slipped through earlier without doing do and for the single guard, there would be no other such incident from then on.