Level stood outside the building, examining it with his other eyes. He didn't see the swirling energies that would mark a hollow, and no sign of wards or 'enchancement' within the building. It was just another building, a cookie-cutter office block, painted a thought-numbing institutional grey. It was likely that he was the most magical thing on display, the spells he cast at home hanging off him like so much supernal confetti. Aware that this was probably a bit of a risk in a town that had a Banisher problem with a capital B, he proceeded into the lobby.
Nothing much changed within, just the number of people (down) and the number of things convincing him that this Herald was either a Guardian or the manager of the abyssal reflection of the DMV. He was particularly taken with the elevator music, which was hanging indecisivly on the boundry between muzak and white noise.
He got out on the floor where he was told the office of the Herald was, and walking through the symphony of beige that was the corridor. He knocked on the varnish and chipwood door, aware of precisly how thin the illusion of splendor extended. He hoped that it was not indicative of the office's inhabitant.
Eyes&armour
-1 mana for 24 hours