Lockdown

Once more, Li sat around a meeting table. This time, not from the Farmer's Guild, but in one of the various meeting rooms of the Adventurer's Guild. The décor of the room felt more upscale than that of the farmer's guild, the walls chiseled out of marble and the ceiling decorated with a painting depicting adventurers fending off defenseless peasants from all manner of beasts and, pertinently, demons. 

Around the walls, there were runes carved in that were meant to cast interference on scrying spells and to make them soundproof. 

Launcelot sat at the head of this table, his gauntleted hand at his chin while an expression mixed with anxiety and concern manifested on his face. 

"How is the situation with the city?" asked Li.