An hour later.
In the Central Business District of the Land of Clamor Plane.
Lina stopped in her tracks and looked up at the imposing building before her. The people coming and going all carried bright emotional halos of "busyness and fulfillment." She looked down at her simple clothes and outdated gear, took a deep breath, and stepped up the stairs.
"Sorry, ma'am." The guard Golem at the entrance extended a metallic arm, its eyes flashing with a warning red light. "Please present your identification or appointment information," it stated in a cold, mechanical voice.
"My name is Lina," she said softly, her voice a little dry.
The red light in the guard Golem's eyes flickered. A few seconds later, it turned into a soft green light indicating passage, and its mechanical arm retracted.
"Identity confirmed, Ms. Lina. A gentleman is waiting for you in Meditation Room 407 on the top floor."
