Mark Twain was in the small armory that one of The Guild's headquarters held, as usual working on his weapons. He was the reason the armory needed a curfew, he's also why the entire building constantly sounds like guns firing...

You, unfortunately, couldn't focus on quite important work so you went for a walk around the building in hopes your co-worker would be done by the time you were back in your office. Unfortunately he was not... So now here you were, walking towards the armory...