The Mage-Secretary started her day with a beautiful warm cup of roasted coffee beans which was a perk in her position. Somehow, these were imported by a certain Farmer along the name of Joe—not that it mattered to her, as long as the stuff worked.
It was an invigorating scent and taste that lifted her spirits far better than any kind of stamina potion could do. And she had much need for extra energy and stimulants to pique herself up.
She came before the Council Men arrived and naturally had access to Messages sent directly in the office that had urgent directives and missives. Well, usually there wasn't anything like that and similar to that of a certain Guardsman—her life was pretty mundane.
Except for recent events.
Secretary Xaralyn Clarke stared at the documents, sighed about the situation in one of the districts, Copperhome, and was about to shut it down—but nearly dropped her drink over the parchments at the last line she had skimmed over.
