"Right." The file-filled table soon spilled into a frenzy, the secretary's casual allure swapped for one of utmost dexterity. Her fingers slid upon keys and keys, the next minute, a faint sound of paper halted her sprint. "-Viscount Haggard, I've registered you as a full-fledge medic, you have access to the laboratory and anything in-between. The alchemic crest will be your pass to restricted areas, be sure to check with us if ever you need to step out. I hope the stay will be meaningful, not just for our sake, but for the people too. Good day, Lord; take note, any building claimed will have its ownership transferred to thee after the plague ends. One per person says the mandate. Anyway, we wish you well."
Thus ended the meeting, '-they were very accommodating,' the office, a looming shadow on his back, softly faded into the cloudy noon, '-or act as if they are…'
"He's gone," whispered the secretary.
