Passenger rested his gaze upon the red velvet wall just outside the meeting room. An array of four huge portraits hanged on it, each depicting one of the guild's founders. Moonlight flashed through the window dimmed by the curtains making the oil paint glisten on them. Husein, Osmond, Melchior, and him. When they started this whole ordeal of dungeon crawling they were mere strangers to each other. However, fate would have it that on that memorable day a certain artifact managed to get their attention. 

"Sigh" A hoarse grunt came from the tobiano horse's nostrils when his gaze finally stopped on the banner hanging between the two lowest portraits. It was not the orginal, merely a replica of which they had produced many since the guild began to grow at a sizable rate. In his memory, he could clearly recall that the original material has been lying tucked away in Osmond's office allowing the ether stallion to work on it. With its mystical and incomprehensible depiction of a heraldic head endowed with a horn, it was the igniting element in this whole endeavor. But why did they continue to know virtually nothing about it? After all, they hadn't been functioning as a guild since yesterday, but the mysterious story behind the depiction wasn't getting any clearer. Passenger stomped frustratedly, a hollow sound echoed through the empty corridors of his residence. He wanted to take action, to pursue, to discover. Every day without new information was torture for him. Yet there was some comfort to be found in this whole situation. After all, wasn't it his mansion that now served as their headquarters? The house that had previously seemed so overwhelmingly empty and dull was now bustling with life during the day. A home where he could count on seeing a friendly muzzle. He felt responsible for all the young horses wishing to join their ranks, each new pair of hooves was worth its weight in gold. All of this gave hope for a better tomorrow, a pleasant warm feeling in his frame. Maybe then would come the day when they could blast another layer of dust off the dungeon's history book.