The Guild Apartments were in the mid-ring of Lumeria, close enough to the Guild building to walk but far enough from the upper district's cold perfection to feel breathable. The building itself was elegant without being ostentatious—clean white stone, large windows, balconies with iron railings and flowering plants.
Marron stood in front of it with her cart, Mokko, Lucy, and all her possessions packed into bags and boxes. The copper pot sat wrapped carefully in cloth, nestled among her other cookware like it had always belonged there.
"Studio apartment, number 3-C," she said, reading the paper Hestia had given her. "Third floor."
"Sounds perfect," Mokko said, adjusting his grip on the boxes he was carrying.
Lucy burbled encouragingly from her jar.
The building's entrance had a directory and a doorman—a tired-looking human man who perked up when he saw Marron's Guild pin.
"New resident?" he asked.
"Yes. Marron Louvel, studio 3-C."
