The Nature of Realms
The being at the counter glanced at Draco up and down with disinterest before taking his token and placing it within the eye of a small scale array, seemingly processing it. After verifying whatever details were necessary for the hall's criteria, the token was tossed back to Draco along with some gruff words.
"Portal-W3. You have 2 hours to report or you will be penalized by having your token revoked for insubordination. Get moving." The non-human beastkin receptionist said with a look of boredom and disdain, as if talking to an unranked warrior already was stretching his limits of tolerance.
Draco nodded and began to leave, when he noticed that another person who carried himself in a stately manner had entered and walked up to the counter. When he showed his token to the receptionist, immediately that fellow's face changed as he broke out into an obsequious smile and began serving him like a grandpa.