Zayden rushed out of the bar and spotted the two men who headed into a lodge. The smell of hot tomato soup and warm bread filled his nostrils. His stomach made a faint low grumble that he learned to ignore and then began scanning the room for the two men. With the place so packed it would be a struggle to find them in such a large lodge, but he couldn't give up now. He walked around the lodge, trying hard to look casual as he searched. Finally, he spotted them walking up the dark wooden stairs. Just as he was about to use the first step he was shoved backwards. "What do you think your doing squirt?" The tall scrawny man looked up at the rooms where the two men entered, "That's for gray wolf members only!" Zayden placed his hand around the grip of his sword once more and glared at him, "Let me through or I'll cut your tongue off." "You've got some guts talking to a member of the gray wolfs like that boy." The man took a step towards Zayden, and then ten more guys in the lodge also stood up and looked at him angrily. Looking around he noticed a tiny lever on the bottom of the staircase rail that could either make the situation worse, or better. A long pause took place before the action finally started. All eleven men charged at Zayden and he swiftly pulled the meek lever with one of his fingers. The tables and chairs disappeared. An absent scent took place of the hot soup and fresh bread. There was no sign of anyone, and all that lied in front of him was an empty white room with a single black door.