Heading forward, the huge doors loom over Kelly, making her feel kind of like the hobbit in front if the Black Gate of Mordor, from those fantasy movies Max likes. Suddenly, with a rumble, they begin to open.
Unlike the movie, where a hideously deformed monster rode out on a horse, a fat man exits the building, carried by a dozen labourers on a magnificent litter of gold and silk, clad in fine robes and jewelry.
With a jovial looking face and white teeth that contrast with his ebony skin, the man examines Kelly, smiling brightly. "Good day to you!" He grins. "I always welcome anything that makes this guild hall more beautiful, and priestesses of Isis always do that!" He giggles to himself. "Come, come! Help my guest up!" Next to the litter are two lines of massive, dour faced soldiers with the same skin as the merchant.
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One of the men approaches Kelly, and like she weighs nothing, picks her up by the hips and puts her in the opulent litter. "So." The fat man says, scooting over on the seat so that they're touching. "What do you need from the guild hall?"