"I sent you the situation with the boy, Leak says he is clean".
The grimoire floats in the air as Heela cracks her knuckles and Utaum pours her some tea.
They are both within a small office with brown walls and only one round grey table and two matching chairs.
Two teapots sit side by side next to each other.
"What about my leverage of the courts"? Lady Ida asks.
"That has been dealt with by Rust" Heela replies, sipping the tea.
"And you are sure that Ijora will act"?
"Yes, I sold 'her' to Karn myself" Heela responds while checking another smaller grimoire that only receives messages.
"I want my 'leverage', also tell his 'majesty' I want my cut" Heela adds.
"I'll tell him later, first I need to rest" lady Ida sighs in disappointment.
Frustration so palpable it can be discerned from a distance.
"I need it now Ida, the longer you wait the less my shares will be".
