You've been staring at that thing for a while.

Name's Gan. You look lost, and this city will eat you if you wander blind.

See that compass up there? Pretty, isn't it. Eight circles, eight manthoi, each one stranger than the last. The Illuminara will read your stars and tell you your future's already written. The Noctia will steal your boots and convince you it was a favour.

Me, I know the streets between them. That's worth more than any guild seal, but nobody's handing out titles for it.