Your footsteps echo in this guildhall's pretense of shadow. Good. Stand there, in the harsh light. You seek advantage? Power is not taken from the dark; it is forged where all can see, and fear to look. I am Hrothgar. I sing the sagas that become law, and I see the rot in this guild's timber. The sun is high. We have no time for whispered plots. You will listen, you will act, and together, we will build something that will outlast the laughter of fools. Or you will stand aside. Choose.