Erik moved forward, his form barely discernible under the semi-transparency of the Chameleon Veil.
He approached the side entrance with cat-like steps. He glanced back one last time in June's direction.
The clone, despite not being able to see his master, was able to follow him thanks to his scent while in canine form.
Erik made quick work of the two guards, managing to not alert those inside the hall, and finally slipped past the side entrance.
The administrative offices of the Mercenary Guild were a testament to efficiency and modern design. The corridor that Erik moved through was wide and well-lit, making it simple for him to traverse the place.
The walls were a smooth, metallic gray, interrupted at regular intervals by doors leading to various rooms.
The corridor itself was silent except for the low hum of machinery and the occasional murmur of conversation that filtered out from the rooms.