The bizzare hum in the building always bothered Eirlys. No matter how many times she had been here, she could not get used to that subtle sound just at the edge of her hearing that others would find reassuring. Of course, she was aware of the fact that the lack of the noise would have meant the catastrophic failure of the structure's wards, but she swore that she could hear the drone for hours afterwards. The only saving grace of that low noise was that she was stronger than it, thus she could pointedly ignore it until it went away. Thank goodness for the small mercies of life. One din was replaced with another as Eirlys shifted her attention towards the various other noises that easily overcame the slightly annoying hum. Her mind drifted to the agenda of today; she was called in all of a sudden without too much explanation, then told to report to one of the side chambers and she would be damned if she could find a reason for it. As it had been expected of her, almost all of her assignments were stellar successes, not to mention that she considered herself capable of handling them. Were they going to give her more advanced challenges? She doubted that, because her last assignment ended up with her having to pound a factory-cathedral into submission. Eirlys' steps joined the noise of the small crowd as she navigated the maze-like corridors of the ancient building. The stunningly beautiful, geometric patterns that showed up as decorations everywhere were said to be seven thousand years old, though no record could confirm their existence back then. Various dating methods failed too, as they encountered signs of preservation magic that kept the building fresh and the search for the building's origins have been abandoned. Probably for the better, or else the Society of Magic and Technology could not have asked for a better main office. History was integrated into every little part of the building. From its mysterious origins that stretched before the start of surviving history to the signs of the old Majick-Skiens war, the halls all but oozed the past. One better informed about the various happenings in history could identify old magitech artillery units de-activated to serve as decorative pieces or the signs of many different cultures as the decorations changed along with the architecture. Truly, it was a marvel to behold for everyone whose name was not Eirlys Cartwright, because at the moment she was consulting a holographic map in an attempt to orient herself. It took her a couple of minutes despite the intuitive interface, but the challenge was quickly beaten, then the route memorised so that she would not get lost amongt the incoherently constructed halls. Oh, the flaws of a building which grew with the aeons! It could not even hope to match her, never mind beat her and it was with this thought that she arrived in front of the door she was supposed to report to. "Eirlys Cartwright," she said out loud as she put her hand onto the smooth, metallic surface of the barrier in her way, then she waited for the familiar feeling of the various scanners to run over her body. It was over all in a matter of seconds and the next thing she knew, she was inside a relatively small room with but a single, older-looking woman behind the sole desk. "Véleményem szerint eltévedtünk, úrnőm," spoke Fémpillangó, who was currently in pendant form on Eirlys' neck. Indeed, this did not look like a place her owner would be invited to, but the woman just smiled at them, then she indicated a chair that had not been there a moment before. Apparently, they were waiting for someone else to show up.